The rain tonight is dreadful
and it soaks my t-shirt madly
my nipples roar, hardened
by the wetness and coolness of the falling water
I stroll along some avenue, pissed by luscious grapes
thinking clouds form my foundation and wings provide steadiness
Summer shyly lingers
not quite prepared but present still behind the rain
the warm faint wind brushes my hair
and tickles my nose
laughing bugs, the occasional screeching of tires, and street lights provide reality
I sing, drenched by God
soaked inside by wine
disrupted by the corrupted ways of love
while you travel the depths of some female beauty
deaf to my song
deaf to my sounds
my rhythms make the earth tremble
but yet you feel only the vibrations of her throbbing lips
my lips, meanwhile, cry unbeknownst to you
1 comment:
where do you find those beautiful pictures that match your poetry?
i know exactly what you mean about making earthquakes and only feeling a tremble.
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