Salome

The day is wet, my heart is dry

Rain clouds quench a thirsting sky

Red cliffs smolder in robes of mist

Seas toss with the passion of winter’s kiss

 

 

On a sandy bluff littered with age

The season dances, center stage

Amid her swirling gowns of wind

Like Salome, with a knowing grin

 

 

Seduced by a tempest of delight

I sway with her as day slips into night

Howling shadows of dusk descend

But this broken heart is on the mend

 

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