the storm

I wonder if I have invited the storm--
     Provoked passion--

Traces of sweat in swelling heat
     glisten

and I taunt dark clouds

          singing siren songs.
     The curves of my voice 

thrill lonely spaces.

 

Flashes of light crease the sky --
     similar bursts echo
from your eyes.

 

Reaching around I tremble

as the heavens
     rumble loudly back.

 

I will meet you there

     inside the tempest.

Let it rain.

Author's Note

not nearly done

Reviews

[Charles]

I suspect we all have storms within us or raging on the outside, and we all write about them. I just finished a poem today that I call: The Storm. What a coinience to find the same name here. Today's Storm is a natural one (as are several other 'storms' I've written about) and eventually will make it into my Nature Files. The inner storms are haeder to describe and when yours here is finished (you say it's not nearly done) will do a good job of getting under the skin. :-)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I really liked this. Send me a request if you add more. Seems we're all writing about the rain.

[bluessadmood]

Oh that was so nice...what lovely images you put here
did I invite the storm and raged your passion..did I caused all the heat
And flashes of light all over the skies just like the bursts I see in your eyes
I called dark clouds they sang and thrilled all lonely spaces
I will meet you there..meet me there inside our tempest
as I reach around I tremble as heavens roars
This storm I caused I will weather with you
What lovely heavenly write
i just loved this
lovely write..