Just let it
crash
on me
heavy
like summer
rain
washing my
face
beating me like
wind
over with around
twisting
my thoughts
straight
with moving
jazz
like catching a
train
that never stops
traveling
hard with song
holding
me like lovers
eyes
winking fat with
lust
making me
stumble
drunk with
needs
and calling
me out to
absorb
the easy flow
carrying
me
away.
Roger Singer 