his words swept over herlike a summer storm in the
late afternoon
washing away the weariness
of the day
cleansing her soul
purifying her heart
gushing downhill in
currents of wasted nights
and lives bleached like
winter snow
on the desert floor
on the desert floor
refreshing now
renewing now
the roots of discontent
that lay just beneath
the chiseled surface
of her love
for him
