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The storm
Maybe it was the way she lay
with the light of night reflected upon her body
bringing a silky lambency to her skin
his eyes absorbed in her naked form
giving pulse to his heart
taking his breath
warming his blood
beauty unforgettable.
The thunderstorm had passed
as would the night into day
when
awakening
they would ascend to that place
and be the one they are.
Another parting would come
followed by another hello
and the reuniting of their love.
And their love never ending
pouring in torrents
like the rains of the thunderstorm,
illuminated
in the lightning strikes
their joined bodies
the oneness of them
in their love

Poem written February 2012 revised June 2017.
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