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Flicker behind the eye Abrasion, scale on cornea I feel you Gritted desert beckons Sirocco breeze hissing I hear you Fingertips pressed together Dry, not slimy with sweat I touch you Audible, visible, tactual The serpent I seek Is me

via Serpentine — Richard M. Ankers

 

Exceptional Poetry by an Exceptional Poet 🙂