Mother Nature's Lust
by Christopher Stolle
Monday, December 24, 2001
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Passionate clouds expose their juicy silhouettes,
(itís just rain! itís just pain! itís just vain!)
causing horizon to blush, sun to turn pale,
children to float across rainbows;
thunderstorm, thunderstorm Ė please blow
me a kiss from your electrified,
tumbling, sky dancing, lightning tongue.
Snapshot flash zaps through dark twilight;
cold whispers flourish, leaving me disoriented:
Dreams swirl together with leaves, twigs,
virgin soil, heavenís wrath and hellís ambition,
rushing and pushing into a whirlpool gutter Ė
timeless matter that becomes deathís soul.
Drowning in melancholy puddles, gasping
for a second chance to please her, I caught
a final glimpse: her cascading hair hurried
behind a sunray; love, despite its scarcity,
is an elegant landscape to hold onto if you can.