Drapes decorate our barren earth as hot gusts kick up sand into the eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils. A feral inhalation held too long devolves in the throat to a choke.

We ride together through the stagnant nights and chase that big reflector in the sky. My rainbows become your reins and skidding down the razor's edge into oblivion is falling right down the snake’s tongue to endless belly.  Lost to an eternal, mortal, high.