SoulReserve

storm rising

He is lightening,
swords and daggers
downward
from wayward cloud,
chaos
and fiery rain,
that simmer
warm
like silk,
churning my world
with breathless winds,
he brews thunder,
that falls
like laughter
on a placid lake,

And I look up
dazed
an open vessel
collecting rainwater,
softly rippling
a quiver,
in response.

© SoulReserve 2016

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