diamond-shine in the
early cut grass,
sparkles from the dew
sharp glare piercing
from the hood of my car,
a flash from the hubcap
rotting the apple's core,
heating the stink of carcass
along the side of the road
cozy on the turtle's shell,
sipped by the raven's beak
and thicker around the fish;
in between every shadow,
above and below
and around all sides
tan glow upon her chest,
softly to her cheek
and down to each leg
spying on your morning sex,
in a smile revealed before
the secret kiss goodbye
driving the beads of sweat,
exhaustion and anxiousness;
tragic in its own fortunate sky
(Settin Sun by Fran Rodriguez on inprnt.com)
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