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Hurricane With A Hit-List
By TheUltimateOutlaw
Remember--
Toes traced lightly
Over silt and sandy
River bottom;
That sea-salt taste
Of brackish water
And the sting
Of cicada songs
Against sticky skies;
The pink-on-ink
Of the pre-dawn
Horizon;
Summer scorched
Skin
And Ferris wheel
Wind
Against your face;
Sunlight streaming
And nightlife reeling
To awkward awakenings
And morning-afters,
Marvelling--
Love is like a hurricane
With a hit-list
And your name is on it.
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Copyright 2009 TheUltimateOutlaw
Published on Monday, October 12, 2009.
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"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
The imagery of this poem, so unique and beautiful... Much like a hurricane it sucked me in... What an amazing write. Thank you for your poem. :)
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