Jan 19
2 min read
Wistful and Windswept
in my wettest dreams . . .
Howling wistful, wild and windswept
lightning leapt a quixotic intercept
secret yearnings unlocked and unkept
a stalking savage barely sidestepped.
A turbulent tempest sloshes unduly
drooling sluices surge along cruelly
a riotous roar hurls pebbles unruly
flumes my muddled shudder…
