you move like an environment,
dressing the air,
sweeping the hills.
oh smooth dunes of your landscape,
serpents weave tunnels in your sands,
i am the snake in your glands.
the rare flowers of your hands,
touch like spring,
in the southern lands
of my longing.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
you move like an environment,
dressing the air,
sweeping the hills.
oh smooth dunes of your landscape,
serpents weave tunnels in your sands,
i am the snake in your glands.
the rare flowers of your hands,
touch like spring,
in the southern lands
of my longing.
