Sahara

Sink across the liquid sand
My footstep puddles suck gently and tease
The odour of my companion
Rises with every stride
With sweat diamonds which glint
Sun bright from his hairy hide
And I feel the power of nature
Brand into my own skin
The acid creases folded sharp against the walking
As we sink on towards the distant
Promises of noisy friends and dangerous food
We plod, although my partner saunters,
yet the stillness ignores the rowdy sound
Of us feeling the facts of second place.

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