Whenever I behold

Whenever I behold a spotless blue sky

I relive the morning I first came to you in the desert.

The damp, heavy morning air that gave way to a sole sun in an endless azure.

Our lips forbidden from heated reunion at the gates.

The raging torrents that stirred within me at the sight of you as we raced to your sanctuary.

How we then toiled and tangled in silent ecstasy.

The ravenous onslaught of our famished souls.

The melting of our borders.

No one could discern where I ended and you began.

The canvas painted with your rosy cheeks.

Who would have known that I would grow an affinity for the desert?