Beautiful sin.
Chaparral,
City,
Brushing against your skin.
Everything breathes,
Car engines and leaves
Branches and streets are the arteries of an entangled life.
Polygamous glamor,
The ocean and skies and earth are one here.
Brown and blue, I hold you dear
As I sweep the dust from sweet dreams that are rusting.
I'm trusting that lushness in lost youth may soon run,
Those legs haven't stretched since I've last seen the sun.
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