Sealed
Within the seal, a captured mirage
I am excused to miss you
Within this sealed tomb, shy from light
I am sure it is safe to love you
In the interim I lay feigned trust in the seal
Nay you seep out like sand through fingers
A breeze sees you reach every waking hour
Dusting my heart with brown sugar
The desert in some sense a serene landscape
But thirst and searing heat sharpens the opposing blade
I walk in the desert day after day
Until I can once again set you free from your tomb.
poem by Stevie Taite
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