On this desert island,
Deserted from desserts
We take for granted like cars and jewels and shoes and
I see a hazy vision.
The heat of the summer’s air
Sizzles through my bones which melt before me
Like waterfalls of mirrors
Into a tropical oasis of
You. Where are you?
Here I am alone and I have not you.
Who are you?
I am me and I see not you.
The blood to my bones,
Maybe the heat will melt them till you appear
Washed up on this beach, melting
As the waves beat and crash,
Lamenting as you float on without me,
Out there at sea with all the other fishes.