Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Words Are Nothing More






words are nothing more
than the sky
crying
thunderous crystalline bolts
of pure esoteric passion
from the deepest crevices
that hide beneath my ribcage
as it expands
gently, rising
with each breath,
delicate


as my lips, purse
just so
perfect, like dreams
like pictures in magazines,
like art


like the sun and moon
how they love,
and the wind and rain
how they cry,
like the oceans and lakes
the rivers and seas,
as they quiver and quake
on the very edge
of a vortex of unbridled passion


exploding

like no nuclear fission ever fragmented
like no storm that has ever touched upon Earth
like no angels that have ever been heard singing songs of choir


like nothing
any human
has ever
experienced


except for the the rain
as it falls
ever so gently upon the roof
when unable to sleep


and like words
that are nothing more
than the sky


crying



© Susan Marie

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