Tequila Sands – Day 7

Losing sleep beneath pearled skies, willows whisper as sands move
in time with the wind, grains
snake down the wet coast in
sensual curves,
like the arch of a woman’s back,
like the inside of a knuckle,
bent and lined with cracks,
running edge to edge
like the laugh marks above her cheek
that prove she loves to dance
with strangers when the bar pours
heavy and the cigarettes are free–


3 thoughts on “Tequila Sands – Day 7”

    1. Thank you! I’m working on it, been in a bit of a slump the last year but I’m starting to feel reinvigorated. Thank you for the kind words, I’ve enjoyed your work this morning as well!


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