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nearly perfect storm

your eyes flash, so alive
in the blazes of lightning;
i see the boy
you must have been.
thunder batters our bones.
the boy long gone, you turn to me
pull me close; it is cold.
gratefully, my head
on your chest, your arms
around me, i leach warmth
from your body.
my hair in sodden strands,
clothes, plastered to bodies,
no longer provide cover. we are a sight
for an unsuspecting onlooker. never have Ifelt
more passion, nor wanted you more.
we edge instinctively closer
to the house, to hide in the welcome
darkness, from any peeper’s gaze.
then again, the lightning…

10-11-10
©tlp 2010