August 25, 2012

reaching.

no need to squint
to see these
undulations,
lest you strain
that sleeping eye.

gently sway
billowing
like
bellies
across a Moroccon dune.

oh, little darling
almost choking
on 
dusted flesh; crumbling.

some
ancient desert
followed
us
here.

we held hands
still
like corpses; breathing
still

beneath stars
so bright
our eyelashes 
caught
aflame!

(becoming)

tiny embers like lightning bugs

we are.
we were.

forever
radiating.