The Desert

One small drip

I let slip from my eye. 

It was a single drop of rain

on the desert of my face 

falling to the petals of my pink lips. 

The sweet taste on my tongue 

from the salt of my heart 

will spill down my thin throat 

and sink to my toes. 

In this desert 

no tear is wasted. 

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