Silently waiting
Capturing movement through space
Erotic, carnal
Chill of pre-dawn air yields to
Unwavering candescence
Mountain Sunrise…
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The Woodland…
whispers.
The woodland whispers, why do you come
Snow swirls, swallowing every word
We’re both the same, you and I
Limbs laid bare, scarred and scorched.
Cunning artifice
Into the still
Black boneyard
Emerge
Soar
