Never wether the storm
i pluck lightning bolts inside clouds of supercells like guitar strings, making the winds sing like harmonicas, the air beating out its thunder. as drops of rain carried petrichor from the sky, drumming your lemonade pink lips, the crescendo to my life commenced. fingers taking speed, clouds taking form, your skin turning this lullaby into a haunting storm
It's high tide The suffocating shore line Strangles it's host Peel back the coast side, Tearing away with high winds Sailing starboard, watching an ever increasing water line Terror, too eager a lover to reside And storm the romance of destruction finding a home, The open blue an inviting tomb With forever outstretched awaiting arms I welcome the lover, stumbling into a sailor's song And take my turn with the hurricane, feeble dance on novocaine Electric high, harsh winds drag me helm side And Pacific opens it's lips for a taste of forever
Dark depths but slow, shallow, soft ocean breath The cold grip of Pacific, wed to skin too blue and lips still, permanent
Starry nights but empty, somber, silenced hollow breaths The warm pull of Venus, united to a body too blue and soul still, alone
An ocean full of unrest Yet home to pale ghosts Getting lost in seafoam and Ocean spray My lung's last breath
This is a collaboration with the infamous @torrentialmonsoon , her words italicized
