the rain pelted the tin roof
as though the sky was trying to make music.
the lightning lit up the sky like strobe lights
and the thunder roared like lions
in the distance.
sticky skin covered my bones
as i sat behind the counter
waiting
watching
wondering.
i wished i could demand attention like the sky.
a familiar jingle rose in the air
wafted through the sticky hot
mixing with the sound of rain and rolling clouds.
i raised my eyes and was met
with his figure
dripping with rain
relief etched in his features.
he looked up
i looked away.
it was when he approached me
that i felt the commanding of his presence.
he was the sky.
he told me his name
his voice deep like the ocean
and raspy like a saturday morning.
and my mind hasn't shut up about him ever since.
YOU ARE READING
some words about love
Poetrychaos erupts in my mind flowing down to my soul so that a fire burns within me with him as the source. how do i keep the flames at bay? how do I put them out? I write. I write so my words become the spray of a hose washing over me over you over lov...
