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
