Monday, October 16, 2017

Selfmade Storm

I find myself dancing again,
With one of my fearless demons.

She is laced in the night,
She tangos with the moon.

I am barefoot, kicking up dust
Creating my own storm,
Watching the dust float gently back to the earth.

Naked, I let out a heavy exhale.
Mouth dry from the desert heat...
Longing to be quenched.
For that summer rain,
To fall on my sun kissed skin.

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