The Storms Inbetween


I am seething

Inferno lit heart

Sweat Accumulates like thirsty clouds in the inner of my thighs

My legs rain for him

I thunder on quakes

His hands shake from my tremble

Natural disaster awaits his landscape

I am waiting for the more

Patience is a virtue

But I am poor

I have none

I have one thing only

Raw desire

My Earthly gravity pulling him into me

As he manipulates my weather

It’s July in the Sahara when he comes

And winter in Alaska when he leaves…

He takes the sun.


By Janell Hihi Copyright@2017


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