Desert Woman
Desert woman, you are called
By the sun that sears your soul
You thrive on hard dry earth
Within blistering waves of heat
Your brothers are horned toads
Toughened by life on the sands
Where only the bitter cold of night
Makes the inferno release its grasp
You thrive where few survive
With strength abundant while
Deep inside you hold your flame
Close to your very core
You can flash with anger that
Burns with a serpent’s flame
Your heart filled with passion
And pain fused into one
Knowing harsh truths of life and death
Lizards scurry, lightly touching the earth
As they lead you into where you
Find peace in your arid home