collage entitled “Stormy Eyes” © 1998 — by: rob kistner
a wicked hurricane of love
your kisses hot as lightning
striking fiercely from above
like a tempest was your passion
I was swept up in its force
but lightning has stopped crashin’
this storm has run its course
my thoughts grow cloudy grey
my eyes are now steady rain
my heart shivers cold today
your bad weather has brought pain
the warm winds may return
as should the clear blue skies
but my frozen heart will yearn
for your wild and stormy eyes
Hi! I’m Edgrrr, rob’s shih tzu.
great metaphor, torrid sensual writing!
I appreciate uour kind words Kate, thank you!
Nice sound in these lines and comparison of personal relationships with the changing weather.
Thank you Frank!
Storm is a great metaphor for passion.
Glad that resonated for you Bryan… 🙂
Love is indeed as fickle as the weather!
Love is certainly as unpredictable as the weather Kerfe. And like being prepared for changing weather conditions, from mild to wild, so too must you properly deal with changing marriage conditions – or the truly heavy weather will wipe you out!
Beautifully done, I like the passion in this.
Pat
I appreciate your kind words Pat… 🙂
An unforgettable experience! I specially like:
but my frozen heart will yearn
for your wild and stormy eyes
Take care and enjoy your summer!
Thank you Grace! You as well… 🙂
I agree with Grace, this is a wonderful conclusion and center to the poem. A nice antithesis between the frozen stasis of memory and the winds of the storm.
Thank you Lona… 🙂
May the good weather return… you shall never cease to hope for another spring.
The sun’ll come out tomorrow Björn … at least according to Annie… 🙂
Wow, a typhoon of lust! Tempestuous and sensual writing Rob!
Kim, so glad you like this! 🙂