new hands
hurdle these
dry lands.
scotched skin
swallows
your sin
as you reside
inside
me.
plant these
seeds
to flower
a fire
that burns
between us,
a furnace
to further us,
and reign
electricity
to weave through
craving veins.
we deserve
to desert
these
sands;
a desert of
desperation
departs
our hearts
and we can
bask against
this new
skin.
