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From the dusty mesa
Her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches
Of the poison creosote
She twines her spines up slowly
Towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin
My fingers ran with blood
In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom
A strange hunger haunted me, the looming shadows danced
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand
When the last light warms the rocks
And the rattlesnakes unfold
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones
Then rise with me forever
Across the silent sands
And the stars will be your eyes
And the wind will be my hands