Come baby please
Come snake yourself around me.
Come dance
Let’s break their norms.
Let people stare cause we don’t care
You are fire I’m your ice
Let’s rage
Let’s not be nice
Let’s howl at clouds
Cause we are this:
Their perfect storm.
Flower me
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June 5, 2017
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So much love for this poem. It’s perfect. The opening reminds me of a song (of course).
I especially like the lines that set up the ice/nice rhyme.
Yeah… i was thinking a bit like song lyrics in this…
I borrowed (and morphed) your title. 😛
Delicious descriptions – the sensuality of the first stanza and energy of the second.
Excellent!
Dance like no one’s watching! Love it.
I feel the rhythm in this poem…
I feel the beautiful language in this dance.
You my friend are an incredible writer. 🙂
Love the sensual dance ~ A perfect storm ~
A delicious invitation, indeed. I can feel those clouds gathering…
A relationship as a perfect storm sounds impossibly perfect!
Wonderfully rebellious.
I wish I felt like this!
I love the ‘let them burn their eyes’ feel of the voice in this poem!
Rockin’ like a hurricane, Björn! Beautifully done. The yellow roses are outstanding as well.
I liked that howling at clouds.
I can feel the heat – and the beat.
It gives this gorgeous insular feeling of lovers and everyone else can go to hell! New love feeling.
Wonderful and sensuous…..just what we need.
A dance of a poem and wonderful emotion captured here
Ha, ha, dancing up a storm, I can see! A great rebel’s yell there!
I’ve just got home from choir, where we tend to dance while we sing!Today we sang ‘Livin’ On a Prayer’, ‘Hold my Hand’ and ‘Valerie’ –
all; good to bop along to. thoroughly enjoyed this poem!
This put me in mind of David Bowie’s “Let’s Dance”. Nice and bright on a rainy sad day.
Ah, the perfect storm. I remember it well …..
Fire and ice! It’s an exuberant explosion in the dance of their relationship. 🙂
Gorgeous!❤️ This truly is the perfect storm 😀
Romantic, stormy & sensual indeed. “Let’s not be nice” indeed, like a scene from a French jazz bistro.
Grand. Real stormy 🙂
yes, howl at clouds! You go 🙂
Loved this. “You are fire I am ice” 🙂
Ooooh Wee! Just had to turn down the AC. You are so good at sensual poetry that works.
Nice song/dance feel to this :))
rock it…love it xx
The perfect storm — makin’ lightning happen in this torrid affair!
Hot, humid and stormy.
Beautiful storm…!
Oh my! Yes! 🙂
the sensuality is so good.
Nice — very tantric
Let’s rage Let’s not be nice
Let’s howl at clouds
One needs to make a point sometimes and be nice about it though!
Hank