Embrace the Tempest
 
She can feel the storm build and break across
her shoulders; lightning travels down long legs –
knife-sharp slices through ligaments, tearing
her attention away from the world.
Tension, built up over time, crashes down
along edges once soft and pliable.
 
Stiff from holding it together, she falls
into your arms, wanting the sweet release
you offer willingly. She drinks you in,
sweet drops and subtle desire replace
acid rain, thunder, and noise from the past.
The downpour shifts to drizzle; the fog lifts.
 
She walks out beneath the still cloudy sky,
ready to embrace the tempest again.
 
 
Siobhan
07/28/09

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