desert sun

desert sun

She grows beneath his gaze


In spite of herself

Like a rose whose fate has



petals wet with pinching fingers

Dissemination of neurological functioning


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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