Hot spring dip in the chill moon-light
slip right into darkness
A moment before the gray moths take flight
a moment of chalky whisper.
Stone still steaming from scalding heat
elbows can barely lean
Cacti breathe, the sky depletes
the memory of your hands.
Hair slicked back into inky black
pearls shine eyes of love
A pinprick blanket of stars tonight
envelope the shadows above.
Promises made against the earth
a mist of ocean gray
Foot prints wet against the rock
lead us away, away.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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