Thursday, March 23, 2017

sometimes I dream you
like rain
falling on my tongue
sprinkled in salvation
sporadic and random
in patterns of chaos
that calm the mind on fire
and blossom the shrinking heart
that withered in its parched
like the taste of cactus
or the the swim
in the river beneath the river
where these secret thoughts
are quenched
and I am here bathing
only in the idea of you
drinking the words
falling from the heavens
of your mouth
without the time to question
what is or isn't real
because even mirage is inspiration
to step closer to oasis
when it's the sacred
that gets us by

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