WHITE SANDS, NEW MEXICO
--
we raced the sunset to the Southern Border,
2000 miles and some change,
just to sit on a pile of Gypsum Crystals.
She jumped out of the car before I could even stop.
I watched her run up the dunes & into the sunset;
scattering every piece of clothing she had,
while stuffing my two back pockets with tecaté.
besides beer;
the only other form of liquid
was the water that filled her eyes.
[I had never seen freedom quite like this]
"whoever said diamonds are girls best friend,
must have never experienced the crystals of White Sands"
