She walks into my room,
Across the endless sand of these dunes
I lay waiting on my comfy bed.
Sinking into the fine warmth.
I hide from the only light in the room,
Under the shade of another dune.
She approaches and falls into my arms.
Slowly being buried in desert.
I run my hand through her hair
Then pull my fingers out of the sand
Her hair flips and twirls down
While the sand pours out of my palm
She glows in the light of the falling sun
The fibers of the light bulb failing.
She slowly gets up and leaves.
The wind blowing her sand off of me
Just as the sun reaches its set,
Her distant silhouette blows a kiss
As the glass smothers the spark,
These dunes hold my last breath.
I crumble into sleep.
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
She walks into my room,
Across the endless sand of these dunes
I lay waiting on my comfy bed.
Sinking into the fine warmth.
I hide from the only light in the room,
Under the shade of another dune.
She approaches and falls into my arms.
Slowly being buried in desert.
I run my hand through her hair
Then pull my fingers out of the sand
Her hair flips and twirls down
While the sand pours out of my palm
She glows in the light of the falling sun
The fibers of the light bulb failing.
She slowly gets up and leaves.
The wind blowing her sand off of me
Just as the sun reaches its set,
Her distant silhouette blows a kiss
As the glass smothers the spark,
These dunes hold my last breath.
I crumble into sleep.