7 Ik
White Resonant Wind
I hear a call
From the eastern Gate
From Roses on the Vine
Lightning flashes Foot to Head
Settling in the Belly –
A slow Burn of wild Desire
I feel a Call
Lifting me from the Desert
Out of Darkness, into Wind
Gone the dry Weeds
Gone the burning Sun
Cool Breezes fly through me
I know this Call
I’ve heard it before –
Before Locusts ate my Passion
Fresh Water flows
I see an Oasis
My Thirst is sated, my Hunger ceases.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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