sometimes its very raw

Slow, tiring sunlight
Gradual rising moon
Deliberate dripping sky

Entwined fingers
No more strangers

Flickering strong flame
Roiling desire
Irrepressible indeed

The rains come, suddenly
Thirst
Steaming off the rocks

Bathing the tress
Raw fragrance
Rising off the earth

Deep thunders
Roll in, in the distance

Dripping, drenched Nights

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