The Tryst Of Light And The Cliff

when the sun is
up the hills
and light is strong
and hot
the tryst with
the cliff begins
surging light
piercing through
a slit in the cliff
vibrating the
tiny bodies of the
sands of
desire
the moment
is enduring
but not that
ecstatic
like us.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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