Sahara
I roll and roll, beneath a blood-red sky.
How I burn with desire for you.
I am the sands of the Sahara in search of sweet relief
as every particle of my body fills with white heat.
Passion-parched, I turn toward you -
drifting to the brink – a dune of madness.
The cool blue of you that I seek appears as if a mirage.
I am Sahara, and my love is vast. Let me quench myself in you.
May 1, 2018 for John Hamilton's
Best Free Verse April 1, 2018 To July 15,2018 Poetry Contest
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