come back to me
on the afternoon breeze.
Confidences in the dark,
shared between lust-drunk kisses,
and the heady heat of limb touching limb.
Tongues weave tales of fever and ferment,
And I'm looking for the mirror to my soul.
Standing here on the sunset pier,
I reach up to pluck Echoes out of the autumn air,
Arched forward,
Empty-handed,
As one laughs me by.
© Tanya Anguita
on the afternoon breeze.
Confidences in the dark,
shared between lust-drunk kisses,
and the heady heat of limb touching limb.
Tongues weave tales of fever and ferment,
And I'm looking for the mirror to my soul.
Standing here on the sunset pier,
I reach up to pluck Echoes out of the autumn air,
Arched forward,
Empty-handed,
As one laughs me by.
© Tanya Anguita
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