The Grand Storm

Lying next to you

between rented sheets & walls –

basking in the moments between the

stormy passion of our love –

I look at you looking at me

as if you would swallow me whole.

Crooked ties, rumpled shirts & empty skirts

& pants surround the floor around us.

Framed by our gloriously messy hair

& twisted quilts; pillows spilling

over the edge.

It is within this disheveled mess

that I reach out to you,

& we pull each other close as if

we both know that our make-shift

storm of passion has only just begun.

No words be spoken –

for love is the only subject in the room.

Your hands know their way across

& through my body – open to you

like an endless ocean of love.

Your body knows that my body

is your rescue boat in our

deep sea of blankets.

Your mind knows that you need not

show a boarding pass to enter my heart.

We briefly allow ourselves enough time

to come up for air – to fill our lungs

& intoxicate ourselves with each other.

Your breath out is my breath in.

Soon we are soaked in passion

& drowning in love.

It is a grand storm of love.

Our surging waves of pleasure

make us dive back into the

blankets & twisted sheets.

We are ready to cause the next storm

of passion & ride out the

voyage of our love together.