🙏🔥🌹Serge Marshennikov

“We are like newborn children, Our power is the power to grow.” Rabindranath Tagore

a quiet night until the stink of my attempt at a romantic dinner drives us like an exorcism out of the apartment just as it begins to storm and hail

nothing to eat except peppermint patties which she tears into chunks and shoves into her mouth chewing with embellished glee

hail hammers the tin porch roof

rain pours through holes in the overhang, i make a feeble attempt to plug with my fingers, one gets stuck

she laughs, we’re soaked, i trace my finger gently down the bridge of her nose and honk it

her laughter stills, her eyes well with desire, my mouth descends upon hers

air currents collide, thunder threatens, one free arm around her, shivering, small and lost in each other