Forgive me...
It’s the poet in me
Expressive words spill out of me
....tears...like written words fall from a chalk board, white and dusty, one aching, lonely letter at a time...
If we run...it’s waiting....if we stand...enshrouded in armor...flaming arrows of love, pain, and loss find their way into every crevice of being...
So we stand, solid flesh, engineered by God....
People can see us as we rise each day
We walk, we talk, we work, we move about like a heavenly robot made by Devine design...
Only a kindred soul can see inside me...
The storms, electric flashes of lightning, loud clasps of thunder,  torrential rains, screaming winds...
Swirling around my heart and soul...pushing me to my knees in prayer...
The forever yearning, endless longing for a touch that you don’t feel...a kiss that leaves your lips hungry...eyes looking into the depths of your soul...whispers of enduring love...
All these white chalk letters, words, feelings are whipped up by the wind, into a tornado, swirling around with electric lightning, torrential rains, screaming winds... of lost love, unspoken words, tender touches, fiery kisses, thrown, tossed about in the tornado of my soul...............
C 12/8/17   6:27
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