Fly Dreams

I feel like a fly dozing
on the hot and dusty edge
of a mud bricked wall,
nothing but sun
in the desert air
at the edges of town,
no flowers to sip,
no ants to dive bomb,
no spiders to taunt,
no humans in sight
to latch onto in
sweat drunk
fly love,
just waiting,
dozing in the
endless sun,
twitching in
syncopated
fly dreams
of ecstasy.

All living things
have ecstasy.
We humans
just think we're
the only ones.