Desert Heart
by chinesethorn

We walk through the desert, my cradle, my prison home. My hand is in yours, in my hand, grasping together the tightness of warm comfort. Maybe my ears have failed me because your lips move without sound. You smile at my second skin reflected in your eyes, black velvet, shining light. Our feet crunch the sand.

Perhaps words aren't needed- not in this place where night and day are one. The fringes of sanity are torn at the edges but there is stable ground where we stand, where you hold my heart stone melting into living blood.

Here, with you, I am content. The steady beat in your fingertips throb against my 'love'. If you stay by my side, if you will keep me, then I can survive in this cracked landscape of my mind.