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The Storm
Rising and falling,
Like a chest, like a wave,
That’s how the storm begins.
Touches like lightning,
Exciting and frightening,
Giving way to the thunder within.
The taste of a name,
At the tip of a tongue,
It’s salty, like skin, like ocean air.
Oh how easy it is to drown in it,
Breathe it in to feel the sound of it,
Call it from the depths like a prayer.
Hair irreversibly windswept,
Caught in a gale,
By fingers caressing, undressing.
A trail of lingering kisses,
Down caramel blisses,
Wet as rain and holy as blessing.
Blue eyes cresting,
Like ocean waves,
Building, refusing to calm.
Pupils black like ebony,
Touch as sure as destiny,
Written like the lines within palms.
Feeling and reeling,
And to God above kneeling,
Worshipping in the eye of the storm.
Oh a glimpse of yellow eyes,
Two suns in black skies,
As striking as lightning and as warm.
They say this too shall pass,
That storms never last,
They say it’s darkest just before the dawn.
But God couldn’t you die in it,
Revel and lie in it,
This storm raging on and on?
Teetering on the precipice,
The beginning or the end of us,
Like a boat in the face of a squall.
Toppling overboard,
Praising oh my Lord,
It has never felt so good to fall.
Yes, teetering on the precipice,
The beginning or the end of us,
Like a boat in the face of a squall.
Toppling overboard,
Praising oh my Lord,
It has never felt so good to fall.