BISCUITS IN THE RAIN

A poem about an artist girlfriend who's Spanish African temperament could turn from being a soft mistral breeze that gently caresses into violent blood raining Scirocco that tares the blossom from the trees slamming doors and smashing flower pots and hearts into pieces washing them down the drain like biscuits in the rain . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson5/message