human thunderstorms
wet as wingless birds dreaming thirst
and the poet knows...

I loved once screams soul deep it keeps
time...beyond our reach
timid vulnerable flesh and bone nomadic sojourn

so easily torn into missing
broken pieces sworn to searching mend
perfectly unique poetry felt...

tip velvet threshold experience each and every breath
held indefinite empathetic awareness
carefully yields to temptations taste starving need obese

and the poet knows...
human thunderstorms
wet as wingless birds dreaming thirst