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