We met in the rain. I shivered and you offered me your coat, opening your arms so I could walk in your warmth. I embraced you. Huddled close under my meek umbrella you lifted for us, I held your hand to help steady it against the winds, and we tiptoed and slipped from puddled shore…
Tag: storm
fitted to the gloom of a suspended rain
Another offering from the dust of my past. A Hennessy Mirage drunkenness burned and raged under my skin as liquid ice pellets met the thirst of my veins perfectly cracked, the grey sky blue flashes, lightning and turning wind lashes – I cried out to hell to help me, faith in heaven wavering like smoke…
Sharkey Speaks 