Eye of the Storm
It calls to me sweet
succulent scent that lives
in the rain
I am
drunk
with its power, raw energy
pulsating through me, delicious
water cleansing my
weary soul,
awakening desire
Skyclad I dance with thunder
while lightning sets fire
to my eyes
wind whips through my hair,
sending spirals
into the
night
calling to the heavens to
unleash
its
wrath
Beauty has no boundaries while
the storm rages its
glorious fury upon
me
naked flesh drenched with natures
glorious tears
i am glowing with
the wonders
of mother
earth
I fall upon the slick ground
grass clinging to sodden
flesh, i am humbled
to be graced
by the magic
of this
night
Serenity has granted me its
embrace, lost is despair
washed into the soil
passion fire has been lit
in the eye
of the
storm
Copyright © Crystal Bourret | Year Posted 2014
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