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