As I walk into the yellow desert for days
I witness that which leaves me in a gaze
A red flower dancing in the desert sand
Such a rich red color, I don’t understand
I shall save her from the heat, I will not fail
Her red hair falls back, it’s reaching her tail
She lives in these sands, the desert rose
I follow the sun but, her, the sun follows
She sings and makes the snakes dance
The scorpions and foxes lose all stance
Crimson flower what truth is it that you seek?
Whisper, no need for them to hear you speak
My selfish desire wants you for myself alone
Take the desert and you may have its thrown
Crimson beauty is that heart of yours as red?
I ask that you take mine to make two instead
Does the sun rise to shine through your hair?
May mine eyes go blind as they forever stare
Crimson angel, do you bathe in the red sea?
The oceans fold and cry, reeking of jealousy
My longing for you, Persia to this Alexander
You’re not any flower, my Crimson Oleander
– May 23rd, 2019