I had a flash of makeshift memory
I guess you could call by its
true name: imagination
there were streaks
of acid rain
everywhere, yet, there we were
《 crumpled 》under your
plastic umbrella as
you swore in a low tone you’d stand
until the storm passed
& I laughed, I’ll take you up on that
because this weather is never ending
& so seems you’ll
be
standing
until your legs give
and you are forced to admit
I do not mean that much
and the umbrella drops
& goes floating, far into the distance
I am melting
I am wax, fashion
a wick & candlelight
Watch me, ignite the night
–LM
You truly ignite the night….with your burning lines 🔥
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Such a gorgeous piece crackling with power! ❤ Beautifully written 🙂
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I really love this. The imagery is captivating. It really drew me into the scene. Really, really well done. 👏
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Thank you so much 😁💕
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