Its the belief of wonderment- That once simple desire- Placeing the gods with a sturdy fingertip grip- Watching disbelief tear into its entree, sacrifiscial departure- Rolling, moaning, dipping- The sea tugs at my bloodied anticipation- Drying sundown with an omnious breath- Shape shifting dawn,... Sign in to see full entry.
That choke in your throat, the candle after it has burned out, everytime your alone and the breeze tip-toes in for a kiss on your nape- Welcome to my Poetry Storm, all emotions, all mixed up, no way out except to let it take over and breath out of you. Here is my storm, eyes open and ready to hit... Sign in to see full entry.