Desert Dweller

Letting Go

Beneath an ancient juniper tree,
smoke, like incense,
drifts toward starlight.

I flicker, fade, and char,
aching, amorous.

Will passion follow
this feathered breath?

Or has it dissipated?

Embers of sun.
glow in my heart,
charcoal and my petrified teeth
are the only remnants.

© 2026 Bruno Talerico 
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