I kept my head down and looked at the girl. 

”I couldn’t love you."


It would risk a fall from which I could not rise.
It has been so long, the path so dry that I have learned.



I like the desert. I have deciphered the mirages. There is no hope for a palm, or a well, or fruit. The horizon is sharp, the weather known.


I don’t want to return to the city, no need for the market. This cliff I won’t approach even if there is a rise in the land and comfort from the heat.



She put on her sunglasses,  

 “I’m not offering you anything.”


"That’s why I cannot accept."

 A man will drown in charity if he has thirsted too long.


Leave me to my own profession of connection and ecstasy.