When the storm, overtakes

September 17, 2018

 

Horizon.. gone
her instinct, raw
the quickened press, of palms
to ravishings.. of rain
her lips, imbibe an innocence
swallowing.. the chaste.

Stand.. in the illusion
deflecting, off your skin.

On broody days
it's all you can face
when the storm, overtakes 

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