A black cloud,
ripe and fat with Thunder
Spun shadows
That crept up my walls,
Rocking me with drumfire
And peppering my silhouette
With lightning kisses.
The restless dark could not settle.
Storm Lover
A black cloud,
ripe and fat with Thunder
Spun shadows
That crept up my walls,
Rocking me with drumfire
And peppering my silhouette
With lightning kisses.
The restless dark could not settle.
I’m just a guy who likes to write poetry. I hope you find it enjoyable. View all posts by Toby Hemker
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