My teeth are stones in sunlight
Pieces of French bread in a
Broken toaster
Teasing me
With presence and disappearance
Your tongue flicks
Over my entire body
A vast and spacious desert
Whose drought has lasted
Far beyond its time
Whose rain has long since
Been prayed for
There is a storm
A painful tearing storm
Always before the rain
And the storm passes without warning
I am your desert
You are my storm
Stay with me a while
Until it’s time to move on
And when the time
Comes for promises
Leave me with nothing
Less than solid faith
That one day you
Will return
And I will wait