desert dreams

hanging out of the third floor window
naked against a red sea sunrise
mouths noses ears
open alive
breasts wrestling wet kisses
squirming then baking dry
cheeks pink brown in the desert wind
sand willowing in to rest
rooting deeply in quiet waves
of thick dark hair bleaching lighter
inhibitions falling down to the dusty street
we talk in each other's
dreams

--- e b bortz

(published in Conflict of Interest #1, 1995)