Whispers in a heatwave

I have fallen
she whispered;
Stumbled across dusty ground,
Half full of heart-beats
that last forever,
Sick with my own silent lung-shreiks
and their stiff, metallic fear
and the strange black-hole tug
at my sinews.

Crumbling, she choked,
I have held my breath,
Waiting gravel-grazed and stunned
for a sunbeam to dance over my cheek.