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
02-20-09
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