Storm Brewing


Last night, light from the full moon splashed across

the quilt before disappearing behind

storm clouds. They brewed in my belly, heated

sheets to uncomfortable until, wanting

release, I kicked them off, revealed my need

to the night – reveled in the kiss of cool

darkness on fevered flesh. Thunder clouds rocked

the rafters, electricity pulsed through

the air; its tingle reached inside and touched

intimately on desire, quiet

in his absence – hidden yet lingering

around the edges of my awareness.


In time with the wind-whipped frenzy outside,

my passionate nature opened once more.



© Siobhan