Sunrise

With a furious velocity,

the young ones ate the sunrise

with the raging hunger

that comes only with the excitement of

raw flesh and the secrecy of

dissonant echoes. Skin

face,

feel legs

lips linger

tongue sand

touch

eyes.

Heart.

They whispered dreams of orange

swimming trunks and scarlet cars.

He wanted something more fiery, he said.

What could be redder?

They boiled in the red hot sea

with timely romance,

slowly bubbling.

 

BWF


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