Fingertips against your skin
Shadows fusing as I trace the
contours of your peaks and valleys… The heat of my breath traveling Through the lowlands
Stirring the grasses of your plains
Like a gentle summer breeze…
Your tectonic plates moan and heave Beneath your surface
Arching your hills,
deepening your canyons
Cutting loose the dams that held your rivers back
Reopening your waterfalls
Drenching my waiting earth.
– dahlia holmes 19 hours ago….
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