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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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Bryan Fagan says:

    A good way to start my Wednesday. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Glad I could be of service 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Cindy Long Owen says:

    Beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

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