Sirocco

Sirocco.
Hot whistling
Lust lava in the wind.
Piercing my lungs
Lacerated sand blasts.

My numb shoulder blades
Cutting the
edges of my
Desperation.
Bowing to
This defining wind.

Destroyer
Utterly destroy me.
Rebuild my ashes
Into your choice compost.
Spread eagle me
Out to the elements
On your
Winds of change.

Leave no trace
Of this faulty alloy
But recover
The essence of
My base elements.

Sirocco
I'm a survivor of despair.

Reuse me better
Than this time.

My friends
Are lascivious leaves
And they're chuckling
Rustling for one
Last dance with me.

Adagio
I bow to thee master
Spin me faster
One last time.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016