first night
high desert
clarity of night sky
insect sounds
distant trucks
chill breeze
something approaching solitude
primal fear
of night and seeming emptiness
flora and fauna unknown
excitment of place
stars from horizon to horizon
side by side
on our backs
hard, cold earth beneath
hands touching
words whispered
short of breath
gazing
Poetry by one trick pony

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Written on 2020-09-06 at 05:52




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