#desertverse

[jackalsings]

Saboteur

Messier in the distance

it reflects on your eyes,

your almond eyes

in the absence

of quasars and stars.

You're the backdrop

of my universe.

[jackalsings]

Braids

My paws

lost in the sand,

I'd take pride

in the tracks I left.

Let the music of the wind

carry me for another eternity.

But I'd rather sink -

and sink some more

in the silk

of your braids.

Every grain pours

out of the pores

of my hands,

out of my sorest

out of water; it's driest.

In her absence,

it's incomplete.

With her touch

my cells -

they deplete.

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Beautiful Wanderer

I wish I could paint your eyes in the night skies of the Mojave. Cool air in the breath of this night, the tunes and whispers of this mirage is an absence of my ghostly memoirs drawing the lands of my home as these sands worship your feet. Your curvature onto the silk as the starry skies bend to your will compliments the very slopes of these dunes. It embarks to the whistles of the heavens, it sways beautifully like the rhythms of a ballroom and my eyes tear to quench my thirst when I think about you time and time again. And when I enter my den, fold into a ball and share the Earth's warmth like every cold and lonely night; I'll be still in the dreams of you - still climbing out of every footstep you take, still playing with the very knot your ancestors tied and still at the fragrance of your breath condensing inside my lungs. But for now I will follow you from afar - many, many Miles afar, beautiful wanderer.

[jackalsings]

Sweetnesses

The contour of your skin,

the bent arches of your neck muscles

protruding into the silence of the night.

The curvature of your cheek bones

angling light at distorting refractions.

The temperate sounds of your breath,

humming molecules into sleep.

the splendidly fixated arm

on a lucky patch of silk,

worshiping your shape,

into a permanent

yet temporary state.

It drunk your skin,

at every bend it did

I swear I could feel the air,

condense in the heat of your playing eyes

As they scan your feet -

reflecting the dimming lights

upon your polished toe nails.

Just when I held you and lost my sense,

The kiss that was once my bid,

now turned to an aftertaste of farewell.

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Frank

It's soothing

in the coffin-silence

of this night.

The blues of its humming,

the fools' delight

night is still beckoning.

I either sway

to the endless ghost

of the saxophone.

Or I sip this bourbon,

until I sooth my glands

to unbothered sleep.

[credexen]

so this is what took me so long to finish! (i've never drawn this many humans before in one sitting..)

These are my spidersona's allies! (The Spot's sort of a frenemy):

Roadrunner, also known as River Denise Calloway, is Desert-Weaver's mentor! She lives in Downtown Phoenix and works together with her, hanging out outside of vigilante business.

Deadpool, known as Wade Wafflin' Wilson (nobody knows his middle name), is also another one of Desert-Weaver's mentors. With him knowing what he does, it made sense for him to seek her out himself and teach her to protect herself.

The Spot, aka Johnathon Ohnn, actually encountered Desert by chance. Sure, they fight a lot, but the battles never seem to end too badly. After a good year of their routine he ran off to travel the world.. I mean, with those powers? Why not!