Perhaps colors of quicksand skin
wrinkles dark shadows in seaswept winds,
covering wild tethered prey.

Rain may loosen
subterranean secrets
spilling on flesh wings,
as wind whistles
and love strays,
fluttering inside another albatross day,
but, I stiffen in shadows, loving your
this way.

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