The coming rains quench
a taste of ashes when
wild flames expire.
A wave of longing
as strong as dark matter.
A vast sigh echoes across the ocean.
Ephemeral being
barely casts a shadow.
Your thoughts wander past your clit
and create combustible words
that tumble out and set
the landscape on fire.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
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