I basked in the sun
On a used chaise longue
And a used picaresque

Every page evidencing creases
From dog ears of another reader's past
Distractions

In a get-up I thought only I could pull off
In a desert named after you
Oooh

And between the minutes of noon
And high noon
And between the colors that make up white

And the colors that make up brick
I was a Hollywood bronze
Oooh

Remaining warm through the night
Never struck me I was charred
My settled ashes greetеd sunrise

Indistinguishable from your sand
And between thе dawn's last lone noise
And the day's first gust
I believed We
Being branded
Were now a brand

In fact, not at all
My cinders were ushered away
With mere pieces of you

By a wind not named for me
So I turned to call that wind you
Yet it reposited me back into the sand

Well I realigned my shades
Amidst a desert named for you
Given life by a wind not named for me

In a desert named for you
By a wind not named for me
In a desert named for you