Free Cee a Caustic Cactus

A CAUSTIC CACTUS You left me low in the high Sierras standing naked and all alone there stood I midst sorrow and sand sorrow, sand and stagnant stone there was one lonely cactus almost lonely as lonely me both of us begging for sustenance neither of us to ever be set free I can't find the path that led me here and you might say that I can't take no more you might say i've reached the end and no one has ever been so right before why can't you just get it through your head there will never be a time where the middle will meet the end? I'm stuck in the arid air of sadness and it's cohort it's comrade called the wind that makes both that cactus and myself bend we are blown to and fro, from left to right and every morning greets me with a sun that cooks my blood one moment of sanctuary from the heat would be a gift instead yet another night I wilt like a a lily or a blood red rosebud I tried to hold you but the sun got in the way I tried to keep you but no water might I find i'm stuck in the acrid humidity of improprieties and that sunlight has left me sweaty and blind so here I am laying low in the high Sierras knowing full well there ain't no escape I remember love sworn on dunes of sand and picnics midst the misty beauty of the cape © 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~