Storm Rising

I didn’t notice it at first;
waves of sensuality that continued to trickle,
to wash upon me—
I cannot speak the words,
nor can I hope to describe the storm rising;
his eyes speak in sonnets,
roguishly blue-green—
anchor to world I breathe in.

 

 

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Posted for Quadrille #107 – Blue Monday @dVerse Poets Pub

Also Posted on Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United