Friday, August 1, 2014


August 1, 2014

We breathe out heat like an old fan,
Huffing and puffing until the air boils
And we drip, drip, drip,
As we wait for the thermometer to explode,
No weather vane to tell us
How long this storm will last,
That rocks us after dark,
Or where the bolts of lightning
Will strike next,
Each rumble of thunder
Rising from out of us
As we rise and fall,
The hiss of steam in our ears
And the bliss of its relief
When we release,
The shock of the first bolt
When it finally finds the right spot,
And we breathing life
into each other with each
Breath we breathe,
Me into you, you into me,
Leaving both of us breathless
When we finally stop.

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