Living Storm

January 20, 2016 § Leave a comment

A Word Portrait.

He is a hurricane barely contained in heated hide, lightning sparking in his soul, thunder rumbling against his skin like a drum played from the inside.

There is coiled potential in his movements, a raw restless energy, as if he is an animal caged in his own body. As if moving fiercely enough, living passionately enough, might burst him from his hide-cage into roaring pulsing freedom.

A living hurricane, a feral thing barely pretending to civility, snarling at his own restraint


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