brown leather jacket
when it’s cold because of the a/c
shirtless
when hot
in my room
outside, always the sun
no snow
but in my mind
it rains and there is shade
and you are like a green lake
or a blue reservoir reflecting the clouds and the sky
on a still day and a stiller night
weather vane of my heart
you circle
and stop poised down south where I wait
for nothing , for love, for a forecast of a fair day
love that is like fire and quenches my thirst and yet makes it eternally thirst and burn
The poem makes effective use of meteorological metaphors to describe the meanderings of the narrator’s mind .
ty louis 🙂