a Storm is brewing
unattended passions are rising
the heat is escalating in to a fever
that drives my thoughts to desires
and my desires to needs
and the more i feed them
the more they rage
across the planes
to transmute to lusts
and lusts are so sweet
when completed
in this realm of being
disconnected
yet infected
by a higher calling
to express
there are many tests
one must pass
but right now
they all can kiss my ….
for right now
some how
i need to feed
at the table
where i am able
to be filled
and the wine spilled
upon the floor
and the tapestry
of our holy intent
became imaginings
and they ran away from reason
if but for a season
of sweating
with no time for regretting
in the midst of the act
the facts man or madam
just the facts
is what Sgt. Friday asked for
tasked for
but me
i am searching for cessation
liberation
from this driving hot wind
that comes with flashes
and dashes
and lights in the corner of my eyes
and sweat pouring down my brow
and it is no surprise
and i do recognize
that nature is always speaking
but do i need to hear it all the time
as this Storm is brewing
between the lines
of this rhyme
a Storm is brewing
© 6 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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