Dry as a Bone

Eric  Martin
Dry as a Bone

The sky opens in your eyes.

I fly into them like a bird into the sky.

Cover your eyes

And I fall back to earth.

*

Dry as a bone,

And turned to dust.

*

This is your sky where I'm drowned.

This is your desert where I'm lost.

I crawl on my knees

And turn my face to you:

My oasis,

My oasis.

Published by Eric Martin

Eric Martin is an artist and writer. Look for more of his work in The Stone Hobo, the Antelope Valley Anthology, The Open Doors Poetry Zine, Failure of Theory, Euclid's Negatives and on stage. He is an owner...  View profile

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