Sweating sun
scorches breath
under the loom
of a swelling cloud
where wetness sizzles
on cotton flesh
eyes of red
and violet hue
cast the nail
into her thigh
plunges iron
of passions will
gripping thorns
on rose torn cries
echoes hunt
mouth and skin
pulled back from
her heady call
pushing down
the scent she claims
finding deep
the ground below
hands that hold her
to the night
now the burn
has dropped from view
shadows cast
the dance they share
across the bark
of natures realm
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