On heat by Kella Kills

Kella Kills | June 5th, 2009 | poetry | No Comments

The hot sun
the beating drum
your death cold stare
my weightless care

the spicy sands
the gritty feet
your still movement
my one step beat

the noisy birds
the silent winds
your lips closed shut
my mouth is hot

the secret lust
the honest blush
your warm embrace
my wish – replaced.

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