Massages in the Midbar

(For Aliza)

From the fields I await your arrival 
The burning heat cools in the evening breeze 
and I know you are getting near.

Each crawling thing of the desert plain scurries so to find shelter with family 
Having sworn within not to consider 
returning to my tent without you, 
my impatience supplements in prayer, whispering words that come so automatically other than
When I see your name in the letters. (There I stop. I contemplate the happiness bestowed upon you)
Your expression flashes long and clear in my head 
Deserving brown eyes (with something extra, maybe a sparkle)
that create a world I’d much prefer to live in over the current paradigm. 
And as the last little bit of humiliated purple sunlight tucks below the mountains of crimson boulders, you are there. 
Your hair blends in with the incoming night 
its warmth rests on my shoulders and my arms fall forward 
I am kindling the fire, the spices are infusing 
The oils are anointing and the water flows
cleaning the harshness from the body
Your burden is laid down by the fire as the hands of your lover comfort the shoulders that hold so much
For every hinderance I wish with smooth fingers you will be free
For every frustration I hope with alacrity you will come in search of me
And flatter my soul with the idea that it can even come a little close to touching yours.