Feeling my
shadow loom over me, sweat wraps itself around my trunk, as I take one long
breath, and then allow tattoos of perspiration to portrait the canvas of my
flesh and bone. Calloused fingertips of softened wind lightly touch my back,
whispers left in a forgotten corner of my shadow now triggers of sensation in
the deepest part of the hollows of my hips. In each passing of daylight, I run
towards the next dawn.
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