Dune

Cinnamon sands breathe an ocean,
tame but wild and echoing
within my skin

I am a reflection of your longing,
A palace of copper stolen from
the mouths of silent archetypes

I burn from your touch
though I do not feel your distance,
I move at your kiss,
though it is felt in the sight of sound

I overwhelm through the power
of my forces of nature;
I am like lightning
moving in summer

Though I am gentle.
I will never blind you with
the stutter of my flesh.