Blake Holland Poet Romanticism

Lust, Or a New Beginning

As rain falls hard on the ground
I think of you in your 90s flannel shirt 
and tight pants 
and your barefeet with painted nails
standing in the rain.
I think of your beautiful face
that looks like summer
and your body shaped like winter.
The rain drips off of your body 
like a waterfall meant for heaven.
You are an angel to me 
gifted with beauty.

I can see heaven in your eyes.
I love the way you act, your free will, 
and love for life.
I want you to love me, girl
and be mine.
Your hair, long and dark 
it flows like rich homemade wine.
I also love your southern way of life.
I will never hurt you.

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Jaycee Cervenka January 11, 2016 at 4:37 PM New beginnings are always full of hope and curiosity. is the promise of heaven seen to be fulfilled, or just another empty dream. This is full of lovely imagery, but maybe a bit more in your closing lines. The last two seem to warrant a bit more description. They are begging to be handles like the lines above them.