Forehead

Brittle as dry paint
faded in the endless sun
sweating on the back porch
waiting on the past
bodies writhing by the hour
it's the middle of day
and the well has gone dry
still we rest together
on diamonds of the beach
and the light shines brightly
pointed towards
restless hearts
the smearing of time
driving us on-wards
flying south like the winter
another ray of sun
piercing the forehead
like a forest fire
the leaves rain
and the dream ends
for another night in the wind
kiss and embrace
and the dawn will shine through
once again.