In the eye of the storm
The birds swoop low, sky ill at ease, melting
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.
There are those who've been waiting for just such
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
Two figures embrace on electrified walls, to the
Rumble of thunder, a billion volt charge, intimate
Shadows flick-flash then they're gone, a heart
Stopping light show, a strobing light storm.
The higher the wind the tighter they cling, Legs,
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