Feral
Morning fog clings tightly
Emracing soft earth
Flesh color beautifully accented
From evening rain
Calls seducingly deep in soul
Feral places awaken
Running free and wild
No longer separated from being
Sweet kiss of ruby red dawn
Stirs long dormant places
Fire kindled into blaze
Reflected in aroused eyes
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-227B)
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