Blood rain of the heavens
pounding earthward
arms outstretched to catch
all the violence nature can throw
at her—
losing herself to chilled veins
irrigating her flesh
thrusting her chest outward
her head arched back
an O wide to catch its fill
Niagara flowing over her lips
splashing into the cleavage below
her nipples rigid against the cold—
time becomes measurable
only as a benchmark
of periods of lucidity
of which second
has yet to occur
Michael A. Wells
12 comments:
I love the powerful earthiness of this...sexy.
i just can imagine the heavy flow of water all over her... nice one!
JJRod'z
there is so much poer in this piece - great write
You do Missouri proud .........
Tess: Thank you... I wanted the feeling of power and who can argue with sexy. ;)
JJ: water, water everywhere :)
Jo Bryant - thank you!
Helen... LOL you are too kind. I'm not sure all of Missouri would want to claim me - hee he.
really like the play in that last stanza...measured but only so far as the first time...
Terrific imagery!
Thanks Brian...
Thanks Tumble...
Powerful (and sexy) words! Brilliant write.
Anna :o]
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