Mirage

You draw me,
Swell my tongue
With your approach
Like dewed petals
To this parched
Desert-wanderering dreamer.

Then you withdraw,
Or seem to,
As this thirst
Dilates the minutes
Between the tasting;
I lose sight
Of your glisten
In the hot
Bone dry sand.

Of this madness
This steadying thought
Is finally born:
My words need
Your coy retreat
To launch their
Violent campaign march

Out of this
Soft wet inkwell
Beneath blazing sky
Across paper deserts
Through the mirage,
Drinking the truth
Into your heart.