moisture

i wander with my meanderings

sauntering off into the sunset

its raining here again and my thighs are hot

with the thought of yesterday

the words spoken an

influx of your attonement

transgressions i have long forgotten

i dare little

to remember your name in my

mouth less a sound

foreign and disconcerting here

i sit ascertaining the world in a dusky

haze the sky ablaze volcanic

in it's attributes

sunlight streaming but i am still

dreaming of what

i do not know