AT THE END

by on July 1, 2010 :: 0 comments

I taste the summer salt
on your lips.

You reflect heat for thermals
so your hawk soars higher.

I hold you
tighter than pain.

Your passion
ignites the setting sky.

I glide on the dream
of your billowing wind.

You strike, rip me apart,
eat my raw emotions.

Consumed, I lie
in an acoustic shadow.

Sated, you curl
into the folds of time.

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