I want to get lost in the shadows cast by your hands
Pale and expressive they move
Twitching in front of my face, anxious moths
Attracted by the light in my hungry eyes
The air they stir moves the cobwebs
The dust and grit
The peculiar collection of pains partially broken down and buried inside me
They burn away in the native heat that always surrounds you
O, to have the courage to face the mighty blast; to be consumed completely
Bones bleached white by your arid gaze
That endless horizon gone gray
Black, flashing white with merciful storm clouds pregnant with rain
