Caught on your roots.
Submerged into you.
I descend once more
to sleep in a clearing
deep in a forest.
This release from the day,
where you are a sharp edged figure
in the unshadowed hour,
gives the desert night its queen
and respite from unrelenting light.
I become a vague figure in you,
blurring into you,
receding with each breath
until air is all that remains
of the numinous day.
The merciless sun breaks the spell.
Our lungs expand at the shock of it.
There is a moment before focus takes hold,
when blood is still sluggish,
we see each other as though in a dream.