You enter my mind, my room,
and winnow the shifting
dune of language glaring at you.
Drip
      by
          drip the words issue out.

Over the effacing landscape
your shadows take flight,
as the moon scatters waves
in the desert, and a thirst wakes

and builds cages of desire
where sand trickles in,
where your nakedness reclines
and builds castles of sand,
sand that sings and breaks loose.

Murmur of snakes and insects,
the drumbeats of storms,
the screaming and panting of earth,
the shadows that break
and make you whole
                             erase each day.