A wanting tale…

a wanting tale

of languid tongues

tasting each other’s


unconditioning swirls

taken hostage

by desire

slowly raising bones

stirring waters crowning

driving rain befalls

wildfire overflows

sailing higher 

lifting high into

the wilds 


lamenting moans

secretly locking

you and me

flames coming to be



spinning air

Breathing heavier

oh the unknown 

we are there

design our twisted art

overtaking us


where we are

writhing skin of

a wanting tale


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