My Thoughts of You
they palpitate and stir,
spurn and sneer,
over steeps and peaks,
through time and space,
then fall-
bleeding out
like a double death
of creatures so vast,
they stamp out the sun.
somewhere there are tornadoes
spinning and thrusting
across the plains.
somewhere a thunderstorm dies.
somewhere I'm begging a stranger
to assault me-
just so I can remember what it's
like to be touched.
Copyright © Joyelle Osburn | Year Posted 2009
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