Jun 05, 2007 19:42
there are lines of love
and lines of misguided trust
connected to
every line of lightning
striking suddenly
and violently
above us
the rain spits through your open window
we smell of salt and the summer dampness
i shut my eyes and ease into the softness of your shoulder
lightning only strikes sometimes
and very seldom twice
do you hear the thunder?
bring on the downpour.