Stringed together

Looking through the screen
visions of the sky
a self absorbed orbit
and wet ass fault
memories of an old school boy crush
into sighs and easy breathing
scattered the cloud like thoughts
this world laying flat on the desert
scorpions and cacti
come back into the shadows
in this elite
desert winds are accompanied
with a kiss
from a different set of lips
either or
not transparent movement
ass fault dries by
the dependent sun
that needs us to rise
our eyelids which are stringed together
in a blanketed embrace