words seep into parched soul

how your words seep into my parched soul,

thirsty they have been

blinded brown sandstorms have pricked

until nicks on my skin bled

burned and crusted

soothed I stand in the shower of touches

of longings played upon a lyre

prayed the winds, harsh though they be

to take them,

let fall upon your lips that sing to me

memories of a timeless dance

of stories that clasped our hands

and tore us apart

how your words seep now

into my parched soul

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