Sand blows atop the dunes.
My lover’s voice is lost in the wind;
The vast stars shine above us,
A lizard scuttles by.
The waves of our love soak the endless sands;
A spark in the night.
Hand in hand we criss-crossed with nocturnal creature’s footprints.
We slept under rugs in a nomad’s tent.
The moon turned the sand cold;
The fire lost its use.
We searched each other’s bodies for warmth,
And found it in the desert silence.
Watching the sun return;
The morning rays shone love.
In times of solace
That night keeps me warm.
© Jack Nugent