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.