The Coming Storm:A stiff wind blows tasting of salt
as dark clouds form in heavens vault
whistling a song of change
open the window and let it in
hurry before the rain begins
the wind...
it sings to you
a whispered warning...
the rain...
it cometh soon.....
soon...
Feel the drop as it hits your skin
not just once but again.... again
the touch of water on heated stones
hisses desire in muted groans
both cold and sweet
when first they meet
like lovers lips and the hunger blooms
from deep within the thunders booms
a consuming need that never ends
as droplets touch baren skin.....
Listen lover to the rain
come, it comes again
against the roof
like horse and hoof
wild abandoned insane
againt the foggy window pane
lay with me
as one we'll be
naked and bare
without a care
as night wind whispers
in our ears
and sleep ebbs like rising tides
just behind lidless eyes
where only vision of you I see
while outside the storm rages free
be free with me against these sheets
like rain that falls on empty streets
and slowly like the falling rain
sliding down the windows pane
sink into me as rain falls down in joyous mirth
like rain that sinks into mother earth
and when the storm itself has spent
the winds shall sing a calm repent
that hearlds in the coming dawn
where today the sun shall rise high
in a cloudy broken sky
and bits of me shall shine by
back through the visions in your eyes
and this I know to be as true
for love like this is something new
against the odds of endless drones
I hear your breath in whispered tones
agains my calming skin.....
