F*****g Poems

For Bruce

I'll read you my f*****g poems

and you can whisper yours in my ear

while the night rattles and hums

with the vibration of things to come

And nature will prove her force

with a deluge of dreams, wet and melting

your skin on my skin, like the taste

it leaves on our tongues

You come, crashing into me

a lightning bolt, and I meet you

with the sound of thunder, rumbling

from the ignition of our storm