Benevostacy

A waving day.

Looking for the spire–

Of gleaming sunlight–

Breaking down the haze

 

Cordially arriving,

In sultry saves–

Idle yet wild.

Fevered blood–

Dripping sweat beading.

Breath tattered,

Torn in the gale

 

She has words.

Whispered through the sun–

Tingling skin hairs,

Bristle and roam–

Against the grain of ways.

 

Tired in time.

Empty as a dry cup.

Wondering sunsets,

Orange, green.

The crisp taste.

In glazed,

Sweet ecstasy.