i want to be a mirage in a sandy desert
when it is a hundred degrees
the sun will pound on your back like a drum
when you are crawling with cinnamon
ground under your belly
i will merge in to an oasis
before your eyes
i will be a artic blizzard
a snowflake you can catch on your
tongue
i will fall and keep falling
from amethyst heavens
to chill you
deep
i want to be a wish drifting turquoise
over you
ann angel who has lost her coral wings
walking toward you