Tuesday, 28 May 2013

Your Love

Your love has come
Like a warm, tropical storm
On a deserted beach at sunset.
Sinking rays slant gold on sand and skin
Shadows lengthen behind
To purple depths.
Rain, tumultuous and saturating penetrates to deep within.
Nothing to do but strip to nakedness
And arms wide out, embrace
Wet and wind.
Come my Love, and fill
My ever-thirsting cup.


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