Stories and Poems

Poem – Dead Heat

As the shapes shift away

And the colours bleed to shades

I plant my feet

Grounded in the dead heat

Breathe life into what I see.

I see you

I see me.

Believe in what I hear.

Your voice

My heartbeat.

Trust in what I feel.

Your hands

Firm in my skin.

Drink up the familiar scent.

Of you.

And know exactly where I am.

Here with you

Planted feet

Breathing in the dead heat.

© Shyla Fairfax-Owen




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