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Passion swirls
in whipping fabric
silks blowing in the wind
spinning
softly
draping
d
o
w
n
to the sands of a familiar beach
Colors dazzle
against the dry, cool sand
tissue waves
rocking me out of my dreaming
billowing into nights
of longing
surrender
until the wolf calls
my throat swelling with the raw sound
and the stars kiss naked daybreak
Copyright 2005 Louise Ann Stowell. All Rights Reserved
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