vortex
Posted: March 3rd, 2012, 12:48 pm
The wind in March does not
dive into melancholy with
February's prisoners chained
to a grey sky
it does not roar with gaping mouth
nor bleeds into rust and decay
choiceless
in my love for you
I am surrendered
I howl
I am uplifted
I rise
with this peculiarity of you.
Worlds appear and disappear
in our sexual embrace.
We linger here, fully realized.
~A
dive into melancholy with
February's prisoners chained
to a grey sky
it does not roar with gaping mouth
nor bleeds into rust and decay
choiceless
in my love for you
I am surrendered
I howl
I am uplifted
I rise
with this peculiarity of you.
Worlds appear and disappear
in our sexual embrace.
We linger here, fully realized.
~A