new poem (untitled thus far)

Sand dunes line her spine.
Face down, eyes shut,
grains press their pointed dark.
Warm rays reach,
but dark hides her from the sky.
She recalls how it blew through
in a bruised blue.
Her need thick, sand swirling around her,
rising up in the passion,
she burned and peeled herself down.
Raw florescent white, shivering skin to skin,
until the sand rained down,
took her breath, swallowed her whole.
She lost him. She lost him
somewhere on the surface.
He shimmers still, up in the wild wind.
Yet her palms press the earth, the hush,
curl to the cold, nursing the cold, until she stills.
Lets herself be buried.
Dreamier and dizzier she goes,
bones delightful in their chill.
She'll remember every delicious moment of
saying goodbye to the sky.