Dùn

Where your body closes into me
mine will arch to taste your swell.
Whenever our bodies ache for the other,
it will be together that we will share
the movement of desert sands.

We will bathe in the wash of a thousand winds
and be cleansed by the casualness of attrition.
You will feel me from under the parched sun
and I will embrace your umber flesh.

We will be joined in the ballet of Sedona sands
until the night sky shadows our love making.


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