In the eye of the storm
Tarmac, hard to breathe, the birds fall quiet,
The air is still, a sign, a portent, if you will.
A sign a storm is not far off, distant thunder
Scares the dog, riles the cat, new milk turns
Sour, beware the lightning, don’t go out.
The swirl of the wind, and the rush of the rain,
Down thunderbolt alley near flash lightning lane,
Humidity's high, take a dip in the air, the latest
Hair fashion's a frizzy affair. The cauldron is
Bubbling the fire's burning high, there's fireworks
In heaven and fire in your eyes.
A night, to throw back the covers when lightning
Bolts strike. Hearts throb to the thunder, lips long
For the rain, sweet kisses abound in tempestuous
Rumble of thunder, a billion volt charge. Intimate
Shadows flick-flash then they're gone, a heart
Stopping light show, a strobing light storm.
Arms, and muscles, grip blood, bones, and skin,
A lover's crescendo that lasts until dawn, a
Passionate night, in the eye of the storm.
© Joseph G Dawson
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