Rude Awakenings. Poem by Kim Dang

Barren hills with cicadas chirping, standing to feel
each gust of parched winds. blow drying fields of glory
Awaiting the sun's smother, as does a lover
to a woman's bosom. To the crevice of its silhouette.
Ending a good day's story.

Drooped shoulder sighs find contentment in night
skies when even stars can survive the light pollution.
Rooftop rendezvous conjure daft observations,
made rapturous by witnessing, drenched in pool side liquid heat.

The fervid gaze of molted rays calls to
my eye crusted, tongue dried awaken
whose heat reminds me of darkened nights before
the warmness of that alcohol, unforgettable.

No doubt the weight is growing,
the gales hugging my tethered body.
Till I'm conscious of my callouses, my rainbows.
The distances are elongated with strained shoulders.

What is in this that's royal?
To make worth my dreams set out in earlier hours.
Despite this increasingly swaying gait and the slowly crimson
horizon.
Just a few more steps I remind each suffering heel.
I give life to my mirages when I make the oasis real.