Walk into the sun
Go to where the cactus bends
She will not be there.
Adam holds up sand
A penny for a handful
There are no takers.
Thorn in my finger
Her name is Bloody Mary
A red bridal train.
Water from a stone
Mixed with a cactus flower
And milk and honey.
Sleep on a cactus
Snooze beneath your sombrero
Sepia toned man.
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