Paper Kites in a Storm Cloud-D.E. Benson

we are wind  ablaze with longings deep as desperation     we expand  become corona off the eclipse    and your smile—at first shaky  then glaring as death—hold us in place    while the world stood still  ​unaware ​ just like consciousness we flared  ​paper kites ecstatic in a storm cloud wild ​ shameless with passion became sure of everything we knew  which is really nothing and for the first time  … Continue reading Paper Kites in a Storm Cloud-D.E. Benson