do not speak

Tell me how you love me but tell it to me in increments

Bite-sized expressions of your heart colored like the northern lights.

Dromedaries cross a thousand dunes carrying my beating heart to the oasis of your mouth

Your lips shelter me

The wind rages,

I hear drums and tinkling cymbals.

Your tongue is a masseur in the oasis of your mouth.

Northern star, northern lights, shooting stars

I shelter.

Tell me you love me loud, scream at the full glowing sky.

Dreams are real.