Is where sky & road
meets
&
collapses
Salt chafes my back
Where
he rides me hardest
The weight of him in my grain
His kisses
land on my hands
like two small birds
I can barely rise
above burdens that weigh me
down
I write this poem
to put an end on this curse.
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - 55 Word Challenge
and Izy's This Poem is a Curse
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