She
May 14th, 2008 at 11:00 pm by Colleen (Colleen's Poetry)
She calls me out to her
and I stand half-dressed in her wonder.
Just her smell is intoxicating.
salty, metallic and magical
She purrs and builds
and keeps us
right on the edge.
My skin tingles
every time she flashes.
and my toes grip the wet grass
as she screams her intentions
to take us.
All of my senses are filled now
and I must take shelter before
I come to harm, yet I do not want to move
from this storm.