The thick weeds stood tall, devoid of any moisture
the movement hypnotizing as they swayed dangerously in the wind
The sun licking each strand as it slowly descended below shadow covered mountains
a breath is released, pushing against the atomsphere, bending space and time
our hands curl around inevietablity, so very tangible under this darkening sky
The dirt grinds hard against the souls of wayward men, exhausted and lonely
The gods stare down upon us, and hollow eyes stare back
memories of river banks and her skirt pulled up to catch a glimpse of smooth milky skin
her hair falling around her face as she looked deep into the water
slowly her eyes met mine and she smiled at me
