Trust

desert sun

desert sun

She grows beneath his gaze

Sometimes

In spite of herself

Like a rose whose fate has

Come:

Bruised

petals wet with pinching fingers

Dissemination of neurological functioning

of

that burning soothing sun like Ra.

 

Her pagan lips, hips and messages sent with broadcast saturation

Of devil’s tails swaying in the moon, a silver moon, a crescent moon, stark white against a black knight, unyielding snow.

She gives it over to him, not up.

Coax some primal yearning that she will not think no of not think go from

not think:

At all

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