Petrichor

Vines on tongues

Torrent thorns

Tearing skin

And wearing bones

Gathering storms

Petrichor

Tasting thunder's

Endless roar

Bridge to forever

Ancient stone

Endless rivers

Impossible

I ate the sky

And rusted deep

And caught myself here

Wide asleep

Missing your touch

With hardened strings

Taut with hunger

For wicked things

Strumming

Humming

Coming

Down

Deeper sleepers

Dressed in sheepskin

Archive keepers

Recording these

Worms in soil

Twist and toil

Lukewarm waters

Brought to boil

Missing speaking

Words revealing

Treacle sweetening

Bold repeating

Lustful nothings

Rooted, rushing

Colors flushing

Whispered truths

Caught under the open sky

Bleeding red for you

In places I once hid

Swallowed by the moon

Missing harmonies

Self-made melodies

Are bittersweet

Like faded memories

Loving

Lifting

Always Picking

Up

Petrichor

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