go out into the desert. bring:
oil for your rusted heart
water for your parched lips
a man
for your patched soul.
not a sword, my love, bring me
your shield. not your rage, my dear
bring me your ears. not your heart
but your friendship.
and having none, I
shall patch myself. Having oil
I shall pump blood and bile instead. Having
no love I shall
leave you here.