Light Passing

Light falls across
his face
in dark corners of a tomb
from before
searching these deserts
vast and hot
her breath shortened
by storms of dust
floating in the beams of light
that shaft passing
across his stoney face
--only this allowed--
to be that light
her breath almost extinguished
she waits
as the sun does
for the earth to turn
that exact moment
she can fall against him
light
heat
color
--hoping for stillness--
knowing of course,
he will move.