I am of this place’s history
but I hold nothing here
but the chilled dirt & leaves
and the occasional pull of
airintomylungs.
the rest is dry-heat
blowing me back,
the warm breezes
pull at my heart
and Skin,
baking love deep into my veins
that missing-all comes like an easy heartbeat.
some serious jua kali 
Loved this. “airintomylungs” made me, literally, take a sharp breath and I thought it really made a powerful punctuation. I felt the dry wind in my throat and felt that heartbeat you mention in the last line. The rhythm was in the poem was in my chest was quite lovely. This a gem. Beautifully done.
Thank you. I’m glad that you were able to see a little something in this. 🙂