The Desert of Swelter

The Desert of Swelter

A bright orange sunrise peaks at the tip of the simple fraction mile long desert path. many tiny mesquit trees align the trail, reminding ME that I even have packed an oz. of the cinnamon-sweet wealthy powder created from the seeds to put on my tongue to be eaten  like candy. A cool breeze causes a soothing tremor to flow through my senses.

I am with associate alliance of crusader hikers here at the San Pedro stream. Rare birds flock in giant numbers. associate iridescent, sensible red tyrant flycatcher landed on a close-by Blue Palo Verde tree. although makes an attempt are created throughout the centuries, human beings isn't ready to duplicate such divine color. A hot pink Coach whip snake slinked across the trail.

Blissful happiness abides in ME throughout this pleasant pre-spring day, apart from the hollow, empty, shadow of loneliness that has alert on my soul.

I shortly notice a slender, graceful gentleman within the distance leaning right down to take away a mass of grassland weed block the trail. He seems like associate apparition graciously taking possession the gap, then disappearing round the path lined with dense shrubbery and dehydrated foliage.

At the tip of my hike, i'm feeling slightly weary however deliciously relaxed, my muscles painful, however colored  with soothing heat. I retire to my tent at my shaded encampment. The shade of big Cottonwood trees, condensation and nonvascular plant manufacture a balmy atmosphere. associate odor of the Sacred Datura flower, illustrious for its aphrodisiac qualities, crammed the air. As I turned, there he's exploring in a section that's best represented as a neighboring camping area. I smile as he approaches. we have a tendency to speak by the fireplace, unsteady with a comfy heat lightweight.

He is from the geographic region, a fellow environmentalist. i'm excited, joyous and am effervescent up in ecstasy having found my male lover, contemporary match, companion and lover.

A surge of searing heat, then a heat throbbing engulfs ME that may solely be construed as love. we have a tendency to created love, his body penetrated. we have a tendency to were joined together as visualizations of the sunset and vivid inexperienced of the flora flash across our memory. I lay there, all my yen, craving and senses having been all glad.

Will we have a tendency to stay along in natural harmony with nature or can he come to the subtle geographic region with all its media, tastelessness and screenplays of nudity?