Never trust a woman
who’ll wait for you in the rain.
All she wants
is for you to grow
and learn to hate.
Though her breath be minty fresh
you’ll soon know the disquiet
in your soul, as the love grows
in your chest and you will go
pouncing from room to dark room
like some deranged cat
calling her name
to the high heavens
and the night sky.
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Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
I like the progression in tempo and passion.
Love is perplexing z-Meister. I best understand it when I think of it as a spiritual process rolled into a biological one – a cosmic fajita.
What a beginning! This really grabs the reader.
Nicely done.
Thanks for your comment at SIMPLY SNICKERS this week. I added some word-prompts for the coming week. Hope you like ’em. Thanks for the suggestion.
I invite you to visit another new writing site as well:MEME EXPRESS – daily blog prompts
Would love you have you along! (Participants are added to the blogroll too.)
Blessings,
Linda
Caveat…men plunge headfirst anyway… 😉
You are such a romantic. Actually? I would love to meet a deranged cat like that. And I wouldn’t wait in the rain. Fuck and kiss definitely, but waiting? No thank you…that’s reserved for psycho chicks who steal your very soul…
Qazse – I like it. I like it alot.
Linda – Thanks. I’ll be around soon. They always help me if I get into a little poetry writing rut.
Tom – That we do.
Ali – I think there’s like a quotient of them for each area. Like between 8 – 20 per square thousand miles.