He grabs fistfuls of her hips like charmed snake dancers
Desert moon wild and yellow
In the rose scented hot spring steam air in the cold
Stars radiating hot flash nirvana
In the purple shadow darkness
As the wind blows
Cool. Soothing. Against scalded skin.
Temperatures over 113 degrees Fahrenheit.
The coyotes call
The canyons black and full of the blues, desire
Taking in the endless sky, twisting in his firm embrace
Slippery in the hot spring water, legs on legs
Handfuls of her hair
Pulling her back
Commanded with that easy power, that satin burning down her throat
Beneath the twilight void — expanding
She is undone.