i.
in the wild, drumming rain
blossoms sink, confetti pinks,
riotous whites, collapse
in spring’s paper mache pools.
ii.
on a hot tin roof
the rain plays her wind
guitars and percussion
while the sea recharges
her engines with the
thunder of the waves.
iii.
the sound of the rain, chiming,
a crazy singer on the forlorn
lawn, stretching like an
accordion, wild in her
wilderness, crashing
like the waves
drawing me closer to you.
iv.
you kiss me and
my heart skips a beat,
flutters with excitement.
i long for summer with her
gold sun, warm, rushing
streams and bottle-blue sea...
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
i.
in the wild, drumming rain
blossoms sink, confetti pinks,
riotous whites, collapse
in spring’s paper mache pools.
ii.
on a hot tin roof
the rain plays her wind
guitars and percussion
while the sea recharges
her engines with the
thunder of the waves.
iii.
the sound of the rain, chiming,
a crazy singer on the forlorn
lawn, stretching like an
accordion, wild in her
wilderness, crashing
like the waves
drawing me closer to you.
iv.
you kiss me and
my heart skips a beat,
flutters with excitement.
i long for summer with her
gold sun, warm, rushing
streams and bottle-blue sea...
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