Since my mind moves in slow, strange ways, I combined #tuesdayuseitinasentence (such a wonderfully fun exercise) and another of the eerie, mysterious MLMM photo challenges. So, two challenges = two sentences. And thus, little more thought. My mind has become rather xeric itself.
Between the caresses and the kiss, I felt your ribcage fill with sand, thus burying your xeric heart.
Still room left in the armoire, so I hang you up to dry.
image: Albert Finch