desert

in the middle of the desert
she is the mouth

very late I dream of you
the mouth of sand

I wish we could breath
the strange
miracle
off
word-by-word

the desert of the middle
where we could wish a breath
a knot
off
the chest

the sacrificial chest
off
the present chains
knots

on
the birth of your silence
growing
as if
as if
as if