morning sun ascends
climbing over the wasatch
warmth envelopes me
morning sun
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morning sun ascends
climbing over the wasatch
warmth envelopes me
this field whithers
with bitter embers
scorched by an avid sun
bare drops descend
upon these drying lips
tipped with thirsty groans
colors quite languish
for anguished want
of your infrequent touch
too naively perhaps i
tenuous cling to your
barely spoken branches
brushing the scales
from my dusty eyes
breathing so slowly
there is even now
an unmistakable scent
in the heaving air
the harsh musky odor
of phallic dessication
and carrion wings
Dead Horse Point, Utah