Tell me how to concentrate
with your presence looming over me
like a sun hanging low over desert skies.
With scattered ruins of see-through innocence
guarding smoky eyes
from sweet incense
choking lungs, that sputter
hot breath on dry skin,
being blasted and buried by sands.
Squirming under crawling pinpricks
and scorpion hands
pulling at ticks
on a bare heart
that should be yours,
It didn't take long to realise
The safest place was not her arms, but her eyes
Where she can't see you
For her gaze, it blisters;
Grey skin to cinders