Whispers scream into her ears
as her CD player goes quiet across the room.
The dry tide against her hair fans a flame
of longing and happiness and content
that pushes her cheeks to her eyes.
She feels every drop the sun has to give
within her. Inside each inch of her skin.
and the only shelter to be found is hidden
behind whispers, bed sheets, and the steady breaths
that push and pull her into open arms.