The eyes that used to watch me now are blind,
Egyptian lashes covered by the sand
that buried all the tombs you left behind,
no more a witness to that ancient land
wherein I once belonged and felt at home,
if only for a moment; where your breath
perfumed the air I drank, and made a poem
of every thing I felt. So come--let Death
erase at last the memories I've kept,
as dunes erase the crumbled legs of stone
that seemed invincible. Let how we slept
in one another's arms decay, like bone
and flesh. Let nothing of me now remain
to mar the roiling desert of your brain.
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