Drawn to the scorching
And then your Spring showers
From choppy singed waters
To smooth sailing
From Summer tornadoes
To dry Autumn winds
Enveloping Winter
Underlying our laying
Our S’mores
Our invisible foundation
Shook
Volcano erupting
You appear to take pleasure
In having burned me
Heart melted
Now decaying
So long days of Spring
HELL–O stormy weather
Aloe could you go
And still me sustain?
You like starting fires
Extinguishing mine
Again and again
You set forest fires from Hell
Then silence me with the Big O
Cataclysmic
Non academic
Making me lethargic
Cause our bodies not our minds click…
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