face of the brume

face of the brume thunderheads send tornado like tendrils to entangle my hair. my head snaps back, i am forced to stare into the baleful face of the brume. anger greets my cowardice and exploits my heart. exhilaration evidenced by the penetrating boom of lightning-charged hot air, suddenly, violently disimprisoned into cold. fearthrums in my chest; he perceives my terror is complete, though he now comforts me; he knows the frenzy inside me is mirrored by and married to his own. ©tlp 2010