Desert Oceans

Ocean meets desert. Pregnant monsoon. Dark purple hovering above thirsty crags the way our lack of completion hovers around my heart. Dusk lingers forever on the horizon. Parched desert dust rests contentedly under cloudcover as if awaiting a kiss. A warm, moist breeze fingers my spine. This isn't the first rain. They've been at it a while. Their easy lovemaking fills the air with salt and creosote. I stand erect under the sky overlooking the pass. The ocean has come. The winds pick up. I'm surrounded. Skin melts into grace. I am held, embraced. I am completed by this endless dusk.