a plain white t-shirt splattered
sitting on equally colorful blue jeans, tattered
a moonbeam breaks the mood
as she shows you her coy attitute
bloodshot eyes bug out in the dark
her pouting lips form a subtle arc
stormy skies, a tempest's thundrous cue
to disrupt lives by making their exeunt
her bubble gum breath and cotton warm embrace
dissapear as a barrage of rain is put in their place
a midnight moan whispers through my window
my lover is gone, but has become the wind-blow
the foggy white mist on frosty morn
has become the only attire she adorns
the gentle raindrops meekly exciting my skin
are the only kisses she gives to my chagrin
the thunder and bright white lightning painting black
are "i love yous" i cannot return back
how do you make love to the robin's egg blue sky?
how do you look the summer sun in the eye?
the tempest escapes my heart but not my mind
as long as the sun emerges from clouds to shine
as long as hurricanes show grey bouts of compassion
as long as rain follows droughts saving the winter ration
as long as tornadoes avoid more houses than not
i will know that her cold, wet, windy heart
loves me still but could rip me apart
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