Sweet Lightning

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 30 Jul 2015
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Thunder thrums
in the middle distance
a willow – overhangs the window, 
screeches on the pane...
 
him...lying beside me, arms
above his head like branches 
of a cherry tree
 
and if I could bottle
one moment in time
that moment would be now.
 
A glass beside our bed, quivers –
liquid silver in the half-light – sheets, 
bind my feet...
 
but I am a willing prisoner
of his...the one whose eyes I bend, 
through the dawn, to kiss...
 
a dawn, brings, right here,
right now, sweet, sweet lightning,
such as this. 
 
 
 
 
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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

beautiful!

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

smiley

 

Submitted by Bee on

So much in this, and yes, beautiful.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ta, Bee.

Tina

 

Submitted by gletherby on

Lovely, I want to read it again and again. Gayle 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A master piece indeed Tina.

Jenny.