fulmination wraps tendrils around your spine,
draws you under, into the suffocating center
of a thunderstorm painted violet and amethyst.
jewelry dripping of fear, laced around a
pretty throat and bent into the perfect
circles of soot-blackened pupils.
the air smells crackling and thick, heavy
through a thumb and index loop that
traces a life driven by weather patterns.
when the river dries, the rocks are
left slick, soaked and maybe a small
bit weightier. fog-smoke circles dilute
laughter into a painting of you.
Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 10:33 AM UTC
fulmination wraps tendrils around your spine,
draws you under, into the suffocating center
of a thunderstorm painted violet and amethyst.
jewelry dripping of fear, laced around a
pretty throat and bent into the perfect
circles of soot-blackened pupils.
the air smells crackling and thick, heavy
through a thumb and index loop that
traces a life driven by weather patterns.
when the river dries, the rocks are
left slick, soaked and maybe a small
bit weightier. fog-smoke circles dilute
laughter into a painting of you.
this was inspired by the relámpago del catatumbo. look it up if you have time; it's a wonderful phenomenon and this doesn't do it justice.