Stormlit

[smokingboot]

Thunder locked in a small room.
Drowned I remember
lightning; your face; fire on the water

Comments

[november-girl.livejournal.com]

I like that very much.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I am very glad you like it. Poetry embarrasses me. I constantly fight the urge to explain it, or worse, analyse it into oblivion.