Husk

by Skyfire   Oct 10, 2020


my lips
are dry like bones -

- and I draw your
fingers close enough
to taste, trying
desperately to
drink
some of your
shrouded warmth
before I lose
the stability of the
disavowed earth
and close my eyes
under
the burial weight
of the sea.

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