The Perfect StormA Poem by Joanna MaharisThis piece is about the enfranchisement man has with the darkness within himself that is so strong to the point of overpowering him.Pipes are getting deeper in the end. I can fold into my life. If my heart were to explode on top of your hands, the essence of you would collide with me. Beat down time's ragged sandstorms. Be bitten by the one who always knew you. Your cherry cheeks freeze into the waters of Antarctica. Comb my flesh to find you. My bearing has no strait to wash through your wicked soul. Drape my body with fruitopia. I want to be amidst your shattered dreams. Come find me in the hills of music. For I wish to dance inside the golden light that you have become. I implore you to ease my anguished seeds. For to be planted into your soul allows my bulbs to bloom into shivering kelp. Be not lust in the ends of my pearls. For the riches of the gander shall immerse your body with the bones of the dead. You are the perfect storm. © 2009 Joanna MaharisAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on September 17, 2009 Last Updated on September 19, 2009 AuthorJoanna MaharisKalamazoo, MIAboutGraduate of Western Michigan University with a BA degree in Writing, which has been my passion since the tender age of six. Grew up in Kalamazoo, Michigan where I currently reside. I love to read al.. more..Writing
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