There's a Storm Brewing....
In my, brain.
With lightning, coursing, through.... my veins.
And I feel, it's searing touch.
With each, and every bolt,......that's, struck.
It slows me down, and causes me, to ponder.
If I kissed, one ........mere moment
How would I live, the dream.
When there's a storm,
a brewing
In my brain.
Giajl © Jim Love ....