| Wednesday, March 01, 2006 |
| A Tempest |
I lay curled in warmth close to the edge of sleep,
Slipping in and out of darkness when into my conciousness creeps,
the awareness of a storm.
 Sound intensifies, fully roused my mind fills,
With heavy rhythmlike drumbeats the pounding incessant rain builds,
then recedes in passing waves.
I hear the rhythm change from slow and steady,
To a hard, almost urgent beat that pulls me from the warmth of bed,
out to the heat of the night.
Lightening pierces the dark in wondrous displays,
Of flashing light as colourful electrical impulses play,
across the vast expanse of sky.
As the last thundrous wave washes over my skin,
I'm drawn into the storm's climax,
lost in the heightened sensations,
of the dark wetness of the night.
The storm dissipates leaving the night at peace,
But thoughts of making love to you still come in waves that never cease,
like a tempest in my mind. |
posted by MsApples @ 7:32:00 PM  |
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