Summer Storm
We lay together uncovered for the storm
Neither did we two confess our wakeful state
Heat pressed the silence gathered throughout the day
The pulse of light revealed the outline of forms
in love enough to incline and then to wait
for the growl boom accusing rattle of pane
slowly it builds, seizes the time and leaves us
morning comes, refreshed we two emerge its guests
James A Bullion, July 2014
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