Deserted

An ocean in front of you
but as a picture
no movement
no sound

Frozen but turned to sand
in everlasting silence
waves that do not roar
but might whisper

The desert is a field of naked bodies
women, men with their skin
wrinkled by the wind
with footprints on them

Hips of sandy curves,
bellies with no shame
for why to feel shame
shame on desert is not

We shower in the wind
We wash ourself in the sand
under the stars that see you
your life is slow