4a.m. thunder:

rain, like time,

 

pounds:

 

today you spoke

in tongues

 

I replied

high laughter.

 

Ebb & flow

of us

 

like the sea

you shimmer.

 

This weather

becomes you.

 

I’m flighty

rain full

 

of fantasy

 

lightning strikes

I wait for the kill

 

long lived pockets

of habit.

 

Like you,

it illuminates,

 

before hurrying

away to storm

 

another’s bastion.

 

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