You vacate her
with flushed lips
and tenderness untouched
your strength of will leaves a question
resting on her curved neck
of a seat left empty
and sheets tucked tightly
the skin is soft
the bones are bare
she is giving
you must be aware
in the desert
she wraps herself in tattered cloth
trapping in what is ready to be released
to save for you what could keep her alive
the last drop
if only
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