(Photograph by © 2011 Zollies-Spot. All rights reserved.)
Mother desert gathers color-shards of brilliance.
She rains golden tangerine magenta vermillion
Upon my skin and I am enveloped in radiance
from her orb
from her filiment.
I open my eyes and attempt to touch her prism
Sentient and ripe.
She flows though me in rivulets of light.
The discordant dissonance of restless sleep
Awaits me in nightshade.
Despairing my release.
I rise.
She has entered me
And I do her bidding.
© 2011 Zollies-Spot
Evocative! As evocative as the Sun herself!
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