broken dry and cracked like
the sands in the deserts
fomented into something solid and
separated by wind and sun
even sand can be worn down
grain by grain the mass averts
tragedy by being mobile
the deserts move south
into what is green and fertile
your heart your heart is
fertile but not yet ripe, is that
sensible or just scared
grain by grain you are
gristled and crushed into
sedimentary unknown and i miss
that thing you used to do
the words aren't all we used to
do have sing say love
my lips are chapped by wind
but the rain is only dropping tears
cracks develop deep as chasms
in the flesh of my mouth
you drop grain by grain
mobile desert love
into my flesh a softer home
for a dehydrated heart
into my flesh you are welcome
the deeper the chasm the less likely
you are to ever leave so
migrating sands from hourglass
to oceanic scene to in between
soft and global humanity and heat
waste me with equatorial burns
conglomerate flesh and glass
a mirror of deserted earth