And I remember the desert
As if you and I lived there
Where the sand scrubs your skin
Down to bone, layer by layer.
I left that dust when I was twelve
For mountains, forests, streams.
Now we’ve left the woodlands
For horizons as flat as my dreams.
I walk in the morning still shaking
From my battles with surf and waves.
And I breathe you in like oxygen,
Like music, like landscape that saves.
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