hi desires go on soaring on me . i couldn't control it any way .it spoils as words and take forms like below .but i have no title.i am looking desperately forward for a tiltle and a fellow who help me to creat title forever..........
The whole air is conspiring
and ravening thunder rumbles
your image turns in my head
obscure as dark, rolling clouds
Lightning curls, flickers
piercing
Yes, I long for your hand on
my damp skin
a hot breath enters my window
a gasp,
then sweet, hard raindrops
sweet, hard raindrops
to wet the needy earth