Yours is the haunt
the silky palace of nights revenge
the desert dreaming of a storm
the voice whispering across the back of a neck,

Longing quantified and articulated
yours is the touch
that lights the forever fires
seethes the trembling earth,

Purifies the sinning flesh
tears the souls strong ground
yours is the scent
desire’s need expressed,

engorging the moons light
entrancing the sun
wrecked upon the rocks of
yours is the haunt.

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