Back & Forward
a little bit of breeze and hurricane
dew desert sun
that she almost forgot his face
name the scorch of his gaze
it wasn’t even very certain
that she had ever met him
or only remembered it
as the very first winter
of her life as a cactus
which had forgotten to bloom
as the very first pray
of her life as a she-wolf
with no lair
a little bit lair
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