Eating Thunder
EATING THUNDER
I am Storm Lover
Eater of Thunder.
Ruffled grey beauty of winter's restless water
Licks trembling raindrops as they tumble
down the mountain, slip into the sea
delicate and innocent as babes
Into the depths
Of no tomorrow
My reckless heart races with pleasure, compounded
As each grey day begets another
As each black brooding tantalizing cloud stretches out welcoming arms
To embrace even blacker wilder brothers
I devour thunder
In great gulps of terror
Relish the taste of wind's savage muscle
Shudder with icy destruction’s flavor
Exult in lingering power on my lips
I am Storm Lover.
I am Thunder Eater.
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