Storms Anew

The air rises in the coming storm
Sweeping over the sleeping people
Blowing cool through the open windows

Amphibian swamp symphonies
Harmonize with insectual sexuality
Calling in joyous earthy rapture for the rain

In a sudden hush the bog's lush life
Stops to reckon the quickening lightning
Riding on the heat of a spent day

A tap and a pat pittered down
On leaves at first, then hits the ground
The swamp gives way to the sound of
                        ssssshhhhhhhhhh 
All abrupt, life erupts outside the house
As within when wind lashes the water splatters
Shatters the easy dreams of sleeping beings

Awake, awake with you
look at what I can do
I put on a show for you to view

Anew, Anew you in the blue light of my fury
watch me wash your dusty world
And give you life, anew.

Throat

and you touched me there...
like no one else had ever dared

I gave a glare, yet you just stared
at my pale flesh before you, bared

the sweetest touches are those so rare
that I would spread without a care

my silken, strawberry-blonde hair
and let you lick and bite me where

wrapped within a delicate layer
my life's blood pulsates... unaware

Of just how close it is to being shared

Untangling

People who untie knots and untangle skeins
of yarn or chains
know this very well.

When untangling a confluctuated
bumble fucktuation
you must find your ends first.