in a desert pegged to a
loadstar, whose sands try
to scrape free.
with a sound the wind
scarce believes could
empty it out.
only loincloth and limbs
move toward her...with
lips the sun has lingered on.
for all his moving, he takes
her face in his hands...
setting down his mouth's
word on her closed eyes.
eyelids raw with
interlacing quivers.
visions of water.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
in a desert pegged to a
loadstar, whose sands try
to scrape free.
with a sound the wind
scarce believes could
empty it out.
only loincloth and limbs
move toward her...with
lips the sun has lingered on.
for all his moving, he takes
her face in his hands...
setting down his mouth's
word on her closed eyes.
eyelids raw with
interlacing quivers.
visions of water.
