storm
It might chase me down
along the pane like raindrops
licked by tongue
hung from the mouth of your moment
delicious and full of consequence.
Flood me.
The glass is half nothing
it is only dividing that element from this
your kiss, our passionate storm
was full of fear and atmosphere.
Bunker my affection
with the lock of your weak spot
crack, thunderous desire
show me what you’re made of
or
run you little tornado run like you do
and whip me into decision.
I will save myself.
© ryan
Comments
“whip me into decision” that’s taking the easy way out isn’t it?
Evocative writing, I love the images Nic :-)
Oh and that painting is sublime…
MS RYAN " – )) This is spectac YOU lar …very D and M
well nic, you never cease to amaze me with your writing… i was dancing in the field tasting each drop of this storm… beautiful
oh yeah this is truly electric xo
I loved the last three lines. Really good, PJ, Nic, writer lady! ha ha xx
ah… very seductive and very human. :)
I can see why they call it ‘the most beautiful painting in Russia.’ I’ve lost my crop……no doubt it will turn up somewhere again. Always a strong write and a great read PJ. xx
“The glass is half nothing” ~ Awesome line. Great write, thanks for sharing!
Oh, brilliant line
The glass is half nothing
it is only dividing that element from this
killer line!
and so true, perfect.