sun in the east


As the sun shines high in the East

I ride a white horse through

imaginary abstract deserts

To enter your dreams

that hang in the winds

and wait for my return.

But your love is drenched in black

and dipped in tar

And I breathe softly

As you trace the scars

On my collar bones.

And I am on a mountain

That sits atop perfect springs

Looking down with veiled lace sight

To defeated lovers below

That wait forever

in that blissful sun



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