I am desert
bones to dust,
dragon's breath on rubber tongue
sere air and arid earth,
wind-scorched.
Come to me, waters of the deep!
rise and fall
with my beseeching hands
crash, splash, swirl, slip -
dry eyes run deep once more.
If you are looking for neat boxes and solid answers, this is not your stop. I write, and I make pretty things, and I bounce about like a bubble on the breeze.
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