4.5.11

Snare Thunder Claps

Rumbling thunder
Snare drum rain
Claps of electric tentacles
Slicing pictures on black back drops

I'm, alone and thinking of you
Waiting to dance in the pour
Or open our windows and make love to the soundtrack

Crawling into a bed
With your body there for capture
And my body still rain damp
And my lips still dripping
With your taste
On my breath and my mouth

We will float away
At some point again
Into sky chaos flashes
As our hearts feel
Just like the sky can explode
Anytime it chooses

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