A single, majestic mountain: A finger in the huge, crinkled desert’s hand Flipping me off. Its western shadow, A cave-jawed peak, hinges Of your mocking mouth.
Handhold in its burnt orange cliff: Your smile’s dimple That tears my callus open. Water oozing down cracked mud: Blood in my veins, pulsing fresh. I lick the callus clean and scale your cheek like a lizard.
In a cleft at the peak, I’ve grown into myself: A two-branched cactus My arms open wide.