In The Storm

Color my drapes
In your watermelon flushes,
Let your high hairstyles
Brush my ceiling

When we rise
On the waves, to the carpet
We’ll skid, the monotony of life
At last broken

We’ll remember this day,
If not the details of our clothes
The smells, the heat,
The thrum in our chests

Your rainfall, my neck
Craned, your lips
Cross the bridge, and we
Down each other’s insides

It’s tough, like a mountain climb,
We pant as dogs
And wheeze in the licks,
Sunday winds outside

In the hammers
Out back, the door to the shed
Slams and the shovel topples
But I don’t care.

Let the storm clean it up.

2 thoughts on “In The Storm

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s