by RJMasters
Actually, this stanza interests me:
My eyes grip you
Lightening flashes
We count together slowly
1… 2… 3...
and the thunder is heard in your heart
As a reader, I'd like more to be done with this. I think there's a poem here in just this one idea--two lovers counting after each lightning flash.
Strong and vivid images make this a very evocative piece. Well done!