Desert wind

Desert wind
The kiss of the devil
Saunter down our shoulder blades
Your small frame I caress
Hips shapely, side up to me
The wind becoming music
With each breath
Hard line the horizon sets fire
Finally to the edge of the world
The waterline that held secret
Comes to me in my sleep
Reach to me
Over the heat of fire shores
And the words of promise
To find
And above all
The freedom
To be
Us as the children we are
Or our hope to be,