Hmmm...For a Freind

Cinnamon Storm


A Sense,
Like a dream,
Swelling, waving,
Cinnamon water,
Tart, Sweet,
Warm and Tingling,
Soft,
Dark Red, and secure.

As a storm felt afar,
Its nethers dark and grey,
Rich with a promise of rain,
Towering fingers,
Billowing skyward,
Slowly moving,
Searching, Seeking,
Awaiting,
Some perfect Local,
Ripe for Storm.

Richness,
A single Sensation,
Encapsulated in her smile,
Flash of an eye.
The Impression,
Of a Friend.