Adobe

Carving out a home
In the Desert
Is like
Fornicating with a thousand suns

Whitewashed women
With weathered
Smiles soothing
For four
Hours.

No more
Can't take it.
Taj Mahal never had it so bad.
We will finish when autumn returns.

And to the desert with it's arse agape,
I bid thee farewell, and good luck...
The last storm is always the worst to bear.