The red sun
A voyeur
The melting sky
Electric yellow crowds the horizon
As it dims onto
Rolling curves
Voluptuous mountains
Evocative hills like breasts
Trembling
Blistering up
Opening cracks in the sky
She sleeps
While she stores her emotions
Daydreams encapsulated
Memories of her storied life
Partitioned revelry
Travels come alive
Woven into dripping webs
From a secret life
Sad windblown trees
Echoing sideways
Missing the glowing moment
At action’s end
In postures of prayer
Swirling eddies of contained desire
Trapped yet coming alive
With new strategies
Stonework from far galaxies
Phallic in its measure
Pleasing pleasure’s center
Coiled and hidden below
Curling into the feathers of nature’s glove
Soft curves flow in both directions
Roots and purple swollen with tumescence
Blending shades with sunsets
Doors open between emotions
Columns bend into water wheels
Spilling desire’s plasma
Capturing an egg
Where a tourniquet becomes a kiss
The erotic erupts into rolling desires
As she casts over herself
A shield of innocence
Like a rope of yellow liquid
Forming a web
As her beauty bleeds into the sky
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