the mirage

this desert
has me crawling. tongue
dragging with thirst,
burned brown
under a white sun.
vultures, black stripes
in the sky,
circle slowly.
the mirage of you
is over the next dune.
a cold glass of water
in your hand,
under a cool
umbrella of tall palms.
I always knew
that you, or someone
like you, would save me.