he said he was looking for the light
but i thought he said stay with me forever

i remember windflowers & the way
he crossed his arms behind his head

the trickling scent of garden chores
& how four days can be a desert

when there’s not a single thing
worth breathing in without the rain

there was sand & unturned stones
sheltering things that breathe

sky that suffocated us in clearest blue
we took turns sharing coolness

carried on the inside
cooler things than desert wind at night

but they all disappeared
in the reflection of white on his skin

in the distance i could hear a sound
that may have been something wild