been writing a lot of poetry lately, due to a paper that was due last week...
anyway. bits of it will show up here soon, i'm sure. but here's a little tidbit.
'with which i love'
there is a kind of romance
woven into a wild night
where the wind does not merely whistle in the eaves
but sings, wails, moans
where the rain does not merely fall
but pounds
rhythmic
and persistent against the windowpane.
it is a different kind of love
with which i love
a wild, storm-ridden night
than the kind of love
with which i love
a spring morning, grass smelling green
or a summer afternoon by the ocean.
it is an earthy love,
a messy, dark, beautiful love
that matches my heartbeat
to the drumming water racing down glass no dry spaces left
no room at all for anything but
labored breathing
and a windswept admiration for the storm itself.
falling in love with stormy nights, i wish for you,
becca
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