Lovett4166

She

First light broke in the weary hours
and it's here I stay until high noon,
Remain sedated in the sober sun
on the desert highway heading West.

A hitchhiker of the road;
approached me and she spoke
"Where are You going?"
"Heading West" I told her
she leveled her hand;
"Eat me" she said.

Her shadow radiated with immortal energy
an ancient pilgrim,
a daughter from a greater distant world.

We ran in the rich red mountains
under the Neapolitan skyline;
many moons were in the sky.

With a rushing wind she slipped the grip of her dress
running in the sandy dunes; our bodies danced
on the bank of this rich oasis.

Under the hot sunset
in the barren land
we road the way
of infinite ecstasy.

Comments3

  • Tony36

    Great write as always

  • Lovett4166

    The comments help tremendously

  • Lovett4166

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