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Sand Storm

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ouching chalk boards makes me cringe;

the desert dryness makes my flesh crawl.

yet, your hands remind me of chalk dust.

powdered palms imprinted with the lines that are etched

like a secret. i wonder what a palm reader would find there.

when your chalk hands twined around mine,

they became dusty too, and the desert touch

bloomed into an oasis of summer warmth.

chalk palms, desert hands.

water melts you away,

and i see a storm on the horizon.





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Peyton T. said...
Jul. 22, 2011 at 5:33 pm
The first word should be Touching, i don't think I can edit it without resubmitting it so just deal
 
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