Passions Swirl
in whipping fabrics
silks blowing in the wind
spinning softly
draping
down
to the Black Rock Desert
The colours dazzle
against the dry, hot sand
tissue waves
rocking me out of my daydreaming
billowing into nights
of loving
and surrender
until the wolf calls
and my throat swells
with the sound of stars
kissing the naked daybreak.
photo and poem copyrighted 2006. all rights reserved.
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