Titans
So you want words like booming thundercrackling from my lips
and searing lightning on your skin
from sparkling fingertips
But I'm no wild storm
no lightning titan
not intense at all
I'm the summer breeze
the autumn soul
flowing over rise and fall
relentless
uncovering it all.
You'll get a silent wind
whispering words
too low to hear
screaming feelings
into your ear
emptying it's lungs
in a drawn out exhalation
it leaves you there
to disappear
to fear
too near
Poetry by Karl-Johan
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Written on 2008-09-12 at 17:30
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