Dipsetic heat

a fume over saxony sands

don’t touch the scorpions

fingers for wood, ceramic

renege silence

with quiet utterances

save thirst as drink

numinous lights approach

communes with old dressers,

gold walls

retreat back

to a dead moon

dropped cigarette ashes

urns of the living


and a scorpion crawls

enchanting movement

fingers reach


© Tammy Mezera 2015