Will you walk with me this morning 

In your desert,

Where your fingers reach out

Curling into mine,  

Your head tilts, summoning dawn’s kiss,

And I would bury my nose 

In the sandalwood-rose in your hair.

You lean into the orange and pink horizon

Your earring traps the landscape, 

Starbursts the morning sun,

Tracing your silhouette

Stretched into the sand. 

You narrow your eyes 

Drawing in thoughts —

The ones that are yours to keep.

Your bangles chime with every move,

I would clean your hazy glasses,

As you taste the desert 

In the cactus dew.

Cool sand sifts between our toes, 

Carrying the night.

I would feel the bumps on your hands,

The shiver climbing 

Your spine.

Will you walk with me this morning —

In your desert?