PandoraGlitters
Sandy Survivor
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- Sep 23, 2007
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Conversations with a Star
Desert's heat whispers smoothly
over the partition of night and day
until it is only onion skin.
Breathing around its lid, hope
opens us, roughening what sand's
worn smooth, lifting lungs against
their cages. Veiled brilliance seeps,
lavishes weather over skin,
finds purchase in pores
until light feeds night blooms
through the neck's thick dropper
and we wash
and we wash
over the tipped sky's ship
embracing in our sleep
the endless shore.
Desert's heat whispers smoothly
over the partition of night and day
until it is only onion skin.
Breathing around its lid, hope
opens us, roughening what sand's
worn smooth, lifting lungs against
their cages. Veiled brilliance seeps,
lavishes weather over skin,
finds purchase in pores
until light feeds night blooms
through the neck's thick dropper
and we wash
and we wash
over the tipped sky's ship
embracing in our sleep
the endless shore.
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