This is a poem I am going to revise over time. I would like it to be much longer, but I think I will think a bit more on thunderstorms and tainted love before doing so. Here it is in the raw.
Cupped Hands
Mail me a thunderstorm
I must sop rain
sip select memories
digest things we do
slurp profane affections
belch thundering pangs
cough up you
By Shawn R. Jones
**Mail Me a Thunderstorm may be the title of one of my upcoming poetry books.
I like the title and enjoyed the poem. It sounds like a good beginning.
Thank you ; ) I am still waiting for you to start your blog : )