wind

wind pushes the sand
into waves, the desert flows
around sage collecting
in me

dischordant windchimes
beg mercy
while windows whistle

I have been cemented here,
a dryness that takes root
and flowers into dispair

wreckage of desire

I want to feel your fingers
drawing lines, a pen and ink of touch along the
whole of me, mark me up and down.
nails dragging down biceps, tracing
veins on forearms, finally finding my hand.
interweaving into a Gordian knot. Bound
hand to hand we find the texture of pleasure
in the fire of flesh. A wildfire consuming
two bodies, a wildfire consuming
two souls until the tide of satiation
and an ocean of breath sings
amongst the wreckage of desire

after

I seek through furrows
turned in earth, and deeper along
the bedrock flowing further
into the past, calcites and
chirts sharpened into points, bound to
tools I no longer know, red
dirt, iron rich. polychromed
and lost in effigy.

worn to exposure, towers
carved of rock, preservation of the hardest.
daggers of light show the solstice and
bones find their memories
written under the skies
flame.

for now