Before the Tempest
whirling wind whistling
waves of anger cooking
wrath in the mouth
of a cyclone
i kiss her
on the nose eyes cheeks
lips mouth pale fingers
toes knees elbows knuckles
every where before the tempest
in a frenzy...
her anger jealousy stubburness
i kiss
her patience kindness openness
every where before the tempest
in a trans....
her voice climbs on my
hardened skin migrating
to the ossicles
spreading in the neurons
of my longing temporal lobes
notes chords and tunes
of endless divine music
trees are white and
the dews green
we are shivering
under
the red blanket
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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