I sent my greetings from the desert’s edge,
Once the sun saturated the horizon.
A spiny beetle lent me his back,
A vial of kohl.
Sent my greetings from the desert’s edge,
Sealed scrap of burlap.
I knew you’d come looking, you never stop looking,
So I wrote:
I greet you from the desert’s edge,
Don’t come for me - Lavinia.
The sands seduced me again
Coarse and red-hotour Lavinia.