The Fall of The Jousha Tree

you went riding with me to Joshua Tree, where

i alluded to loving you in the cool shade of the Skull Rock mounds

you escaped me there so

i had to slow down for

you kept taking pictures of me by a Joshua Tree

i was growing trust in

you casually cut my bruised tree to its damaged core that

i tried to save, falling, catching it with a bare palm, seeing

you splitting bathed in the desert blood like light

i felt pouring from every part of me, watching

you leaving and leaving nothing of me, except on the bloody thorn of the Joshua tree.