Moments and Storms

At this moment,
the world is all
storms,

storms,

storms

with no eye.

But

b r e a t h e, my heart—
for moments and storms,
storms, too, shall pass.

photo by Anandu Vinod, on Unsplash

 - for Poets and Storytellers United (Weekly Scribblings #44: Eye of the Hurricane).

The Lust Storm

Love the storm.

I am all lust without you.

I am the love storm, all lust

without you.

Love, am I all lust

without you—the storm?

Am I all storm without

the lust you love?

Without you, I am the lust storm

all love.

photo by Nick Fewings - Unsplash

for Kim’s Weekend Mini Challenge: The Uncertainty of the Poet, over at the Imaginary Garden.