Tannin laced tongue
tasting the swell of water
rich lips
singing hip sway nocturne
under overcast sky of
burning want
Night born hands
mapping routes of winding
asphalt
silhouette burying eager
body
to unearth fallen star
scars in desert oasis
Fingerprint invisible ink
manuscript
pressed into glow of flesh
in hours clocks don’t
chime
for a horizon that
begs Dawn to keep her leave
E.A. O'Connell
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