Bloom in Your Face
"She can feel the air bending like water around the soles of her feet and can feel it wash up her legs and pool in her belly, running back down through the dark hair and piling between her thighs; feel it moving in twirls up over her ribs, rushing up across her breasts, lying in the pocket of her throat, flowing up over her ears like hands burying in her hair; coming up the side of her leg, around below her hip under her back where there is space between her and the earth, back across her chest and gone, over her arm, tingle, finger, stretch, gone. Tongues of air roping like coils, water brushing dry leaving all the pores of her flesh puckered. With her head to one side she can see it touch out on the desert floor, gone."
Barry Lopez, Desert Notes