Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Derecho

Upon touch
a flash flood
power of a tornado
tonight's journey
next morning's wreckage.
Night's guise as necessary
for expression
of a feather's
empyrean, rose petalled touch.
Obscure fire
of questionable origins
liquid, wet - a wildfire
unstoppable conqueror.
One however, not
of libidinal origins, but
born of
dry static lightning.
For the deserted invite
such fervidity
voracious appettie - allowance
to be consumed, whole.

2 comments:

Hfaistiwnas said...

Καλημέρα!
Πολλές άγνωστες λέξεις έχωσε αυτό..

Covenant said...

Καλημερα!
Εχει... Και για μενα... Καιρικα φαινομενα!