I could, in the night

I could sit out here and draw… no
I could sit by the fire with my lover,
Calm, with the warmth of his body
I could sit on a tree with my legs hanging
And play with the moon that shines between the swaying branches
And with the tantalizing stars
I’ll try singing a verse
‘Till I’m lulled to sleep by the sway

 

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Hunger

My hunger for you
What does it taste like?

Arid earth without a drop of rain
Tides of hot air that cut deep
Into the skin
Sounds of wind, taunting around ears
Burning sands in wide, dry eyes
An empty land
One leafless tree with broken branches
A lonely flesh
Embraced in the arms of death
Lulled into sleep

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