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July sun, river wild,

Running into the heat

Hands washed in lustful need

Echoes of love traveling

Through empty caverns

Of desire

 

One finger of time traces our existence,

Slowing the heartbeat of what used to be

‘Us’

 

Tears fall to burn exploited flesh

July sun, river wild,

Running from the heat

3 responses »

  1. to the july sun, the thirsting runs wild, like a youthful splashing river, flowing in pulsing waves, deep into the cavern, where now only enchanting reflections grieve.

    David in Maine USA

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