(slightly revised)
Rumbling
tepid clouds
rumbling red
hugged the horizon
before us
as we watched
the winds wane
and the day dim dead
I stared at the moon
in your eyes
preening on purple
star speckled space
knowing I'd regret
tepid rumbling red
lips scorching face
Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2009-11-22 at 12:52




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