This cloak can hide many things, any of my secrets. Why are my eyes closed and such pleasure on my face?
No, it's not because of the warm wind I feel on my skin. It tangles grains of sand in my long hair and chases away unnecessary thoughts.
You and I are in a little earthen house with no windows or doors, in the middle of the desert. There are no living creatures or humans around . I would stay here with you forever...