Melt with me in dry rivers against saguaro lined trails until night slices in slivers; fractals of sage and coyote tails
howl against saguaros and Hohokam trails where a fingernailed eclipse fractures an image of sage brushed tails in a rhythmic tune stoked on melodious lips.
A fingernail moon splinters an arid eclipse as stars and clay erode, fading to dust circles in hummed tunes on July-desert lips. Pink-purple fingers stretch across dusk
until the parched night crescendos in slivers and melts away in me, filling beds and dry rivers with the stars and burnt clay, eroding to dust as pink-purple fingers strum out a song in the dusk.
First Published by: Barrier Islands Review-- http://barrierislandsreview.com/html/keith.html