Perfect Storm

April 28, 2017

Thunder. It's like so many things. 

It's my grumbling hunger to be with you, my boiling anger. 

Lightning--well it is my wicked,

My most twisted desires. 

The rain--

It's my tears; starting at a trickle and becoming a flood.

I am a storm--

Booming, flashing, and bursting. 

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