Mixed blessing

She remembered

when making love was

like rolling in a patch of clover,

where every inch of her body was

pleasurably tickled.

She recalled

how his mouth was an electric blanket -

hot and comfortable, something

she didn't want to get out from under.

 

Maybe he won't remember

that her forehead was hot like a volcano's stomach

when he kissed her neck

and caressed her fine baby hairs.

Perhaps he won't recall

how her eyes shone like sapphires

in a bed of quartz,

in his bed.

 

Will they keep in mind the thunder,

how it screamed, an earsplitting chorus

of banshees

overheard that night?

Funny, so quickly they forget

they once mocked the intensity

of the lightning entangling the sky.