Eroding Love, Scattered Land

A love poem

A human being walked out from the dampened forest. Her palms squeezed a dead cassava root. Her eyes rotted the horizon of grey eucalyptus. Her lips opened the gaping mouth of a dying catfish. She has dragged her feet a thousand years of longing till the river eroded her eyelids. Heaving in the darkened smoke of embers on the hillside, she called her lover's name, but her mouth shut. Memories erased themselves through her white rib bones until she didn't know if the lover touched her as a human being or if that event existed at all.

Or maybe the so-called lover had broken her world down to the dirt. She didn't see her flesh now, a landslide licking shredded bodies of buffaloes and evaporating cicadas. She was frustrated in anger that the forest caught fire and burned her palms, lips, her closing eyelids. She cried like the day she lost her lover's name - the dust devil ground the scattered pieces of longing on her barren skin.