Those Dimples

The dimples on your cheeks Like matching enclaves On opposing sides Of a massive, naturally formed Rock formation in Arizona Those Dimples are my home I can spend endless hours Tracing the cliffs Tracing the walls I sleep here as well I am just a small pest Just the right size For those dimples are also my bed I sit in them like a recliner Positioned like a cursive J To the corner of your mouth I drink the water from your lips While I await the first droplet of coffee From then on, I spend my day Exploring the formations of your mouth Bare hand climbing up your lower bicuspids Base jumping down to your soft pallet Bathing in the salivary geysers under your tongue In the evening, I return to your dimples There is nothing like home I use a stray strand of hair as my rope I settle into the corner Without a blanket The fire burning in my heart Keeps me warm through The Cold desert night