Dew of Dawn

Inside my hollow chest
lies a heart void of love–
a desert which hasn’t tasted
sprinkles of rain from above.

Then like pregnant drops of dew
on a chilled yet rose-pink dawn,
you kissed my cacti and sand
when you made me your own.

©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #25 with the word “dawn” from Björn Rudberg (brudberg).
Just write a poem of precisely 44 words, including the word dawn.


63 thoughts on “Dew of Dawn”

      1. I remember Silence of The Lambs where there was a hint of sensuality between Hannibal Lecter and Agent Starling and all he wanted to do was eat her :0

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