The Mojave Is A Jealous Woman - Poem by Juan Olivarez
The Mojave is a jealous woman,
She watches you with jealous eyes.
As through the wastes you're roaming,
Underneath the burning skies.
She won't let you take out, what you bring,
And she'll take all you possess.
She'll take the song your heart does sing,
Every dropp of sweat and nothing less.
Like a jealous woman, beautiful is she,
Exotic, mysterious, and burning.
She makes you feel wild and free,
And eases your soul's deep yearning.
And once you're gone, she calls to you,
Across the endless miles.
Till your soul knows not what to do,
She's uses all her feminine wiles.
12/7/10 Alton Texas
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