Virtuoso of the inundating lips
Fine lines carefully placed
flooding into the mind
of a staggering brew

Two windows dancing past my vision
into my right ear standing teetering
on the brink of my left
"Don’t teeter", you shouted!

More dancing circle white light
in beautiful eyes in midnight chilly still
Salty asphalt dust
Frozen in desert pass

I never want to let go
of the bold chilling cold
of the tingle on the door
of my spine

Not blind to the spinning breeze
Open-eyed to the splendour;
The vision before two windows.