Sounds of words
in a hot-tin poem
a hiss of want.. in coercion
echoes of desire
rise scalding
through a haze of almost-dark
Subtiler fires of sundown
shines it's amber,
...lights my pores
tonight
I try and let my soul reset
I walk a sky the length of something else.. that is not yet
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