Nov 6, 2004

The Storm

The storm is coming
in its sweet warmth
sticky with humidity
moist yet tender
seducing the sky
with the darkness
kissing everything with rain
that drips down my legs
as I stand in a puddle of sex.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I enjoyed your metaphor usage here. I never thought of an approaching summer storm as courting the skies and the "intercourse" resulting in rain...very nicely done.

N (~!~)