Written July 3 2026 for Ceraunophilia contest but withdrawn sponsor Craig Cornish
I am the storm that you chase The blond tornado with stilettos red You like my figure and pretty face I could care less if you were dead What is it about denim denial That gives you such a ruby rush Not equally yolked we fight wild This is no ordinary lavender love Lightening in my eyes doesn’t surprise Reacting to teal thunder in your voice We fuss and fight until one of us cries Ending this seems the logical choice But like a moth to golden flame As a magnet I’m attracted by power I have when I say your name And the gifts for me you shower I’m the one that got away in heart Yet still stews in your mahogany mind When we kiss there’s a silver spark That no where else I can fuchsia find
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