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dulcet
by Maria Massarella
fingers of rain
are courtly kiss
to saharan lips
'neath july'an sky
rolling a'rumble
robed in wind this
pearled day serves
me thunder
straddled its
rumbling breath i
reign in bliss its
tongued moist
libidinous dances
tango'd the rhythm
urges satiation quenches
ravenous heatwaves
*m.a
07/14/2008 Author's Note: sweet rainy mondaymorning
Posted on 07/14/2008
Copyright © 2025 Maria Massarella
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/15/08 at 01:40 PM Ahhh you catch the relief of a cool summer thunder storm in a shower of glistening flowing words. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 07/15/08 at 10:23 PM Once again you write with the quill of nature and romance twisted like lace. smh |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/16/08 at 05:00 PM What a nice description of an Italian thunderstorm. It sounds like sheer bliss. We had rain last Tuesday - it lasted less than 5 minutes. |
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