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Falling? Floating?
The only certainty
Is the absence of terra firma
My body suspended in perpetual desire
Waves of wanting you
Crashing into me, knocking me down,
Flooding my senses.
Dangerous electricity in my veins
Wildfires erupting here and there,
Decadent, torturous heat
Throbbing and pulsating,
A signal call, satellite energy,
A beacon in the night
Broadcasting from my center
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (1)
Oooh me likey the way you write do evocatively without being crass. Definitely felt the heat and that list feeling.