It Takes a Slave To Crave
it takes a slave to crave,
to watch destiny devoured-
hiding in a tree she
scoured the shambles, sucking
in air as though choked-
sun stares, casts light, stood
smoked- just out of sight.
it's okay, alright, touch-
the vague force of presense-
naked dance- slithered through
electric fence. intent collapsed,
well spent- dust in the sky.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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