My heart is a desert, dust crashes through
cracks that gape trembling as my
breath howls through the caverns as my
mind jangles as I
                                  hush

My heart is a desert
dangled in the twisted tempo of longing as I
wait for the serendipitous storm of your smile as I
reach for the fancied fortitude of your arms

My heart is a desert, stripped and unfurled
timorous but spacious and eager to build and
poised to be painted and splattered with stars
My heart is a desert (but my heart is gold).