with all that wind
forced through a small hole
a loud whistle
pierced the silence
where she sat
meditating
the perfect lint filled navel
of her sleeping lover

she rose slowly
to answer the kettles heated call
poured steaming water
through desert sage tea

an aroma of winter sun
lifted to greet her nose
as the brew faded
to the palest green

she lay her cheek down
gently
against the warm belly
of the man she wanted to consume
and surrendered
to the rise
and fall
of the day