Desert heat in the hollow of your clavicle tidal waves form when our hearts meet crashing against the beckoning shoreline of our naked skin Your body- sleek as a ship- riding over me: gale-driven by the rhythm of my breath, sailing over me in a tempest of longing. We drown willingly in the salt of each other, sea foam laced between our lips as we kiss, hands held, making way through the endless horizon, of you & me.