Vines on tongues
Torrent thorns
Tearing skin
And wearing bones
Gathering storms
Petrichor
Tasting thunder's
Endless roar
Bridge to forever
Ancient stone
Endless rivers
Impossible
I ate the sky
And rusted deep
And caught myself here
Wide asleep
Missing your touch
With hardened strings
Taut with hunger
For wicked things
Strumming
Humming
Coming
Down
Deeper sleepers
Dressed in sheepskin
Archive keepers
Recording these
Worms in soil
Twist and toil
Lukewarm waters
Brought to boil
Missing speaking
Words revealing
Treacle sweetening
Bold repeating
Lustful nothings
Rooted, rushing
Colors flushing
Whispered truths
Caught under the open sky
Bleeding red for you
In places I once hid
Swallowed by the moon
Missing harmonies
Self-made melodies
Are bittersweet
Like faded memories
Loving
Lifting
Always Picking
Up
Petrichor
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