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.