Friday, October 23, 2009

It's Electric Outside

A lightning storm.
It's dark and the light moves.
And the trees shake and the night moves and it takes over,
Bends and breaks over what to do next
Who to frighten out of their clothes and into a
strange woman's bed.
She said it would all be fine.
And she takes her time and the room shakes.
And the light illuminates his face now and then.

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