you bloom in my heart,
your touch an elusive memory
on my skin.
In dreams I belly dance in copper deserts,
the wind of the Sahara whips the bronze scarf
around my waist.
Grasping your outstretched hand
I pull you into the oasis we no longer occupy.
You lock the doors behind you.
Feasting on nectarines and honeyed liqueur
you untie me with elegant fingers.
In the desert sand our erotic graffiti blows
out and away on a breeze below the pewter moon
and in its place imprints of lost lovers.