Poetry of place

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