Poetry

The Storm (9/4/23)

Flash of lightning
Skies stay dark
Rumble of thunder
Pitter patter of raindrops

Time stands still
The sun nestled
In her cloudy pillow
Reluctant to wake

She lays quietly too
Anticipating
Quickening of breath
Rustle of sheets

His body shifts
Behind her
Fingers travel
Familiar roads

Hills and valleys
Eroded by time
Landscaped by
His love

Lips journey
Chasing fingers
Pursuing pleasurable
Landmarks

Although eyes stay shut
She sees lightning
Feels thunder in her core
Moisture gathers

She is the storm
Lightning
Thunder
Rain

She turns to face him
Eyes opening
Searching for his
Pulling him into her storm
The storm is everything
As it rages
Thunder and lightning
In tandem

The storm slowly
Fades away
Leaving quiet peace
In its wake

And the lazy sun
Lifts her head
From the clouds
As time resumes

She sighs in contentment
Kissing him as she rises
The storm a memory
Her lips a rainbow