Sun Sigh

No footsteps,
No voices.
Call this crazed,
But the erosion
Bends a will
Toward heat.
And the sun,
A living thing,
Craves
Shared solitude
And good company
Kept.

A lubrication
Of frayed wires,
Apply the solar
Grease
To the complaining.
And breathe,
And breathe,
And breathe in,
And breathe into –
Pull your wings
And dive into it.

Scratch in the gravel,
Erasing boundaries.
High cumulus –
Promises not kept –
The gods had better
Prime that pump
Now.

Forgotten loves,
Fiery courtship,
Marching
Toward August
And the cardinal points
Of the place
Where she paints
Her masterpiece,
Throws off the covers,
Bares all,
Bares all,
Bares all,
And dares you to defy it.

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I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

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