Falling into your eyes with
This sand storm,
Tearing up the roots of the
Palms
All around.
What is this force that has
Planted us so deep?
My face is raw and blistered,
The wind has borrowed my ribs,
My heart is undiminished.
How can this be? Fragile sacred flesh
Safely held naked in integrity.
Civilization turns to dust and we embrace
Rolling and pinching and loving in
The eye of the storm
Dusty, yet,
Unharmed.
Giggling and grinning,
I’m honoured to share
This apocalypse with
You,
Beloved.
