Tropical Low

[tyndall_blue]

8.31.2011

I hope there's time for
Us to meet between
Here and there

More than the coming together
Of our separate fingertips
To put out the fires of
The east marshes that
Glut the sky with sulfur

The rain grows heavier as
I wait for you - wanting to know
the weight of your chest
Against my back
And my palms seeking
The cool, rough pockets
Of your jacket

It gorges

Comments

[steinsgrrl]

Wow, the imagery! *_*