for b…
We are gods
with our hands in the rain
making slim sounds down
terra cotta shingles; reminding
the desert it was once the sea
Come away from the window–the rain
will be there when we return
we can watch it write histories,
cast destinies when we return
From lightening–gods say lightening brings life–spark
jolt magnetic electrical pulses:
We are pulsing plume blooming all on our own,
not hindered by:
Mere mortality–I say we are gods,
this act of lightening, this act of life.
It is god-work bringing the Saharan
to flower again.
This love: immortality carved into tablets… a fish tailed siren seducing odysseus…
Lightening: a cackle from the lips of a past life…
We are the gods, darling, we are the gods.
–ECW
ECW Poetry 
I don't know who or what this is about (much like all of your writing), but it is SO emotionally compelling, I've got a lump in my throat, a pit in my stomach, and a searing stinging feeling in my eyes. Reading you gives me a sense of…how do I say this…(Okay, well, I don't quite know how to say it exactly, but the closest I can manage is) excruciating yearning, without a sense of knowing quite what I yearn for. It's a multifarious sort of all-encompassing desire, and I, for the life me, have no idea how to satisfy it.
I'm going to shut up now. Thank you for sharing your work(even though it isn't/wasn't particularly for me to see/read) and enriching at least this one life I have.
Thank you so much… It's so humbling to know people feel something from the poems!! I'm do glad this one made an impact!! The poems are for everyone so I'm very happy to get some constructive feedback!!
Much love!!