Your lips are like a river
in this heat.We are grafted bark
to bark,form a new whole,
a new tree throwing hands
at the reluctant breeze.You drown me
in your eyes,& my body never finds
the sediments.In the delirium
of our high,You body
the only planet circumnavigating
the cosmos,I hear the vehicle
of harmattan,the soft sussuration
of your breath.We leave
our shape behind, a map
of where our hands have been.
We watch birds weave nests
on our new leaves.
