Your parted lips meet mine –
Dry and charred –
And wet them with the dessert rain
That saves lives
(or just saves mine).
They fill me,
Your full lips,
They run a course of water
That fills my lungs with air
And burns my skin with fire.
My mind jolts awake
And my fingers clamp in your hair
Your skin
And anchor me
And your kiss fills me
With the spirit I’ve been dying for.
And I am drowned
I am new.