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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



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,



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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