hacklec

Deserted

Tire tread

gravels

the sand tissue

as asphalt

lipsticks

flesh warm ground.

 

Hills callous

on rusting skin, 

like knuckles from 

potter\'s hand,

 

while iron pressed

sun

creases your eyes.

 

Turquoise glass

fires 

in eyebrow clouds

while the candle held

of you

melts the facial 

in a rearview mirror.