Tornado watch.
Hot air riding up and over
stillness. The horizon
bends like a lens and
darkens to the color of
your eyes.
My skin gives up
whirling leaves of scent
to imprint a funnel of sheets.
Your body
rises over me.
Wind bends with the sound of
ripe wheat, your breath weaving my hair.
Let your hands cover my body
the way rain sweeps a landscape.
At my feet the rippling starts
Bones undulating. Spines snap,
My thigh becomes a harp playing the weather.
My nipples lift like the cloud tops. Stop.
Now. Stop now. Or run
for cover.
In a hail of kisses I turn my face
twisting into the sound of your heart.
Thunder let me be
rent asunder to receive each
melting secret,
The way earth weeps, every
crevice inundated and swept
away in this devastation of
touches until nothing is left
but the rainbow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully descriptive, especially like the ending, just like mine today, we both seem to like rainbows! ! Great read Val. HG: -) xxx Thanks for your comments on mine too! Much appreciated... Helen