i walked until my shoes were tattered strips,
i watched the moon sink just below the treeline
and i made a beeline
through that desert though i’d
never see you, never see you,
the earth spun out of control, caught oblivious and i
curse the sun, curse the heat and the heavens
curse my heart and then my feet..
and my guts churning like sour milk,
recalled your voice like silk
that whispers
panting painting me i’m plastered,
asked me for ten minutes and i gave you an hour…
and 2000 miles under the yawning moon.
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