it snakes
as it writhes,
as it sears my lash beds.
rising fear...
i finally discern.
it moves across the desert
seamlessly,
as does a baby
sighing
her fleeting relief.
give me your hands!
tangle your arms
through mine.
we will not survive this
alone.
it howls and moves
from a distance at best...
hold your breath!
close your eyes!
cling to me!
gnashing our skin
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I love the stanza:
"it moves across the desert
seamlessly,
as does a baby
sighing
her fleeting relief."
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