Black Sands

He has viewed me as a 

feathered dune in the quiet desert. 

As if my body were to constantly pile 

and brush away in a romantic dance. 

This wild, 

yet golden, 

landscape seems to be a 

panorama of the summer deity. 

I fear, 

though, 

he will push his whisper 

upon me, 

and I will erupt in grains of misfortune.

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The description of her vulnerability and his demeanor is something you put very well because the are two contrasting element. A very lovely piece that makes me think outside the box