Desert Nights

As if heat could be

whispered, your mouth came close and

told secrets to special places

inside me, left melting dreams

of candy and catastrophes of

nights alone

when noone wanted to be

And heat is a verb

in this city, wrapped in

sin and sleepless nights

the days unravel in our chests

we smile ourselves to sleep

when we can

Knowing heat is coming to

claim more than our hearts and

flesh

this time, digging deep into our pockets,

our memories, our most prized

possessings made mirage,

made flash flood

Breathless names, heat on the lips

ways we murmur soaking in sunrise

taking pictures of the sparks

stitched between our bodies

in the dark, some newfound philosophy

of hungry beginnings, craving

that old feeling of satiated summer

slipping into September

While the heat fever dreams still

softly throb in kisses and leave me

sudden, warm and waiting

in embers and coals, to fall

back into your arms, a new

way of coming home.