The thunder scares the wind tonight
This Elusive breeze rattles the chimes
Outside my window.
The lightning gleams upon your cheeks,
Upturned from a simper.
All my mind wants to fathom
is the sight of your hair splayed about
While you lie on your back beneath me.
The prick that marks your waning virginity
Makes my own resolve a yearning to give...
I remember the clear of the morning,
For on that bed of matted grass,
The imprints of our bodies, prone,
We pondered blueness and cumulus clouds
And I told you that I loved you.
Surrendering my virtue
Goes beyond the duration of
This summer storm.
The prick was nil,
But my resolve ran from me
As a frightened horse.
Your hair is a tempest
Upon sweaty pillowcases
And Your blood is a gift upon my tongue.
This intrusion of mine is not a trespassing,
But an invitation to the party
No one else was invited to.
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Juliett Novemah: A Memoir
Non-FictionOn March 18th, 2017, a twenty-three year old private pilot named Juliett Novembah crashed a plane into a field eight miles outside of Fairbanks, Alaska. The cause was quickly ruled as pilot suicide. It's been three years since her death, and though...
