What thunder
A revolution doesn’t mean anything to me
unless it ends in your thighs spread apart
and back – far back
so I can dream in the beauty
that is your lustful face
succumb to your smiling
which is a joy – not a silly
but a serious laugh that says
what thunder, what rain, my love
I see only you?
Bionote
Gordon Purkis lives in the Atlanta, GA area where he writes, plays music, sings and edits at Shoe Music Press, as well as owns a home improvement business. He is a honest, loyal and hard-working person. Visit www.gordonpurkis.com for more information.
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