“I will give you space”  he said.

“I wouldn’t disturb you”  he promised.

“We could drive into the desert and hold the

Sand between our bodies.

We could bathe in the sun and melt our skin

In time.

We could dive between the boulders and crash

Our bones to powder.

We could lye face down, a mile apart, and

Breathe the dust through our lungs.

We could move in silence with our shadows

At our side and touch each other’s fears.

We could climb above the relentless

Heat and cool our desire with thought.

We could dig deep beneath the desert’s

Face and search in vain for her mind…”


“It’s not space I need”  I replied,

“It’s you”.

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