This is a repost from 2008. My friend recently asked if I had a favorite poem. This is certainly one of them
Large drops of rain
Don’t just drip,
But roll and twist
Around sopping wet
Curls.
She believes
smudged eye liner
changes her identity
And for just a minute
She is somebody else
Twisting her body
spewing random prose
packed with venom
Her seductive whispers
pierce through
the tropical storm
When her eyes catch
a familiar victim
immediately she is horrified
when she is caught
wildly dancing
to thunder and lightening
during a flood warning
Photo by wallpoper
