Meteorology Poem by Christopher Parcels

Meteorology

Rating: 3.0


Your shirt clings like love
as purple clouds purse their lips
to hide from us the universe.

The rain's alchemical kisses
make copper of your skin.
The North wind would make you shiver

if not for the warmth of my breath.
Naked beneath the falling sky,
you thank me for controlling your weather.

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