You are in the rain,
spilling blood
for parched fingertips;
anemic, wilted petals.
The spirit of you is encased
in the animating nothingness,
in the hallowed cry of aeons,
breathing the thunder out.
I am captive to the magic,
Enamoured and terrified---
nourished and destroyed
by your flashes of light.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
You are in the rain,
spilling blood
for parched fingertips;
anemic, wilted petals.
The spirit of you is encased
in the animating nothingness,
in the hallowed cry of aeons,
breathing the thunder out.
I am captive to the magic,
Enamoured and terrified---
nourished and destroyed
by your flashes of light.
