Fingers twist porcelain skin

dreams of lust and all between.

A naked thirst, never seen

rushing blood

erases

all that I have been.

Glances that hide no truth

whispers upon an old tin roof

beneath an audience of

illuminating stars

desire that drives so far.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

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