I blinked
and she was there,
unexpected as the hush before a storm
that waters parched places -
barren canyons carved
into this cracked-dust desert heart;
I had not yet tasted of rain
until she pressed the sky to my lips,
spoke thunder and longing
and i blossomed an oasis.
About the Creator
Sara Little
Writer and high school English teacher seeking to empower and inspire young creatives, especially of the LGBTQIA+ community
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