Desert Dweller

Calm demeanor and stolen glances,
my longing dressed in camouflage.

I hold back, fearing rejection—
that I’m just a rebound, a distraction.

Is being turned away worse than not knowing?
Does she want me as I desire her?

I envy each small caress
of her finger on leaf or blossom, wishing
her touch would land
on me.

I imagine her flowing gown,
space between us closing
into a warm embrace.

Does the earth goddess hear whispered secrets,
murmurs carried on fall breezes?

Does she echo the heat of my passion
or does her heart hibernate in winter’s cold?

Rejection is better
than not knowing.

I take the plunge.

© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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