When Forces Collide
an enigma of adulation
captured before release
dressed down desert sand
paraded, in once forgotten land
makeup off of the monkey
and rising moonbeams put aside
eyes daring, dying only to see
out past the distance
where the water runs so free
I can taste her in the salt-tease
drying out for me
promises, no promises
ponderance
where one gazes
a pill of "what's it gonna be"
a lifetime of surrender
where desert never meets the sea
or a morning blowing in
amid songs of the red dawn
riding
an endless soothing breeze
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