he is desert wanting
weeping grains of sandsong
that thirst through cracked fingers
stirring mirage trances
to draw sighcastles parched
on tips of tongue
in dreamtime oasis
I dive those storms
and ride his thunder
chilled for seethe of fever
gulping bolts of singewater
grateful for the burning
greening drought blooms
succulents for taking
this mesmerist of mesas
sidewind glances sinuous
shimmerdancing perihelion
with the rise and ebb of dune
.......................
in the cool night
a woman rattles
and coyotes moan
his dusty ghosts
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Author:
Heather T (
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Comments3
Beautiful heather
Great write ....
Thank you much P.H.!
Heather, after reading this, I think you should not "write a little" as you say, but write A LOT
Thank you! Gosh, I try, but some days the rhythm just ain't the same. Glad you stopped by.
A lovely write
Thank you, Miss Shannon.
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