My skin is crackling
We laugh because
No one ever believes
"It's a dry heat"
95 in March feels
Transcendant
Though I worry
This porcelain
skin will blind
someone
Better than cracked
Leather, I suppose
As a wrinkled woman
Walks by, cigarette
Balancing just so
The waiter's laughter
Comingles with ours
He remembers us
From nearly four
Months ago
Impressive
These connections
We've created in our
Desert oasis
My skin pulls as
I leave the seat
Sated and smiling
Back into the heat
~ ©Amber Keating, 03.31.18
Saturday, March 31, 2018
Palm Springs
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