Searcher

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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