Dec 2018
Coming storm I am,
drifting, distant,
dampness of rain
from afar
sodden your lips.
Closer, the storm carries
in gentle arms
of swift winds,
each drop
of tear-showers.
drifting, distant,
dampness of rain
from afar
sodden your lips.
Closer, the storm carries
in gentle arms
of swift winds,
each drop
of tear-showers.
A love poem.
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
