Desert Dweller

Falling, falling.

We can’t predict
how long love will last.

Falling, falling.

I want to touch you.

If I touched you, what then?
We could speak languages
of beginning.

Falling, falling.

Be my wild place.

To be explored,
inflamed, reframed,

Falling,

It’s risky.
No chance to assess impact.

Can we only love what we know?
Or is love what we don’t know?

I want to begin with you—
but you don’t know me yet.

Falling