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December 28, 2012

The mountain waited.
Gorillas called.
Strange stars held the sky
And the drums –
the drums owned the night.

Trails polished and honed
by bare feet.
Rich, dark harmonies
in a jungle
that holds its secrets close.

I watched, silent-

was energized
by waterfalls
by exotic life

was mesmerized
by dark eyes
dark skin
dark grace, and

Your strength
seduces me.

I am left hungering.

copyright J.A. Siderius 2012

From → Poetry, writing

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