Storm-watch

You glower; a gray-blue moody glare

And I reciprocate your stare

The skyline fades between our touch

A dance of glances, thoughts and such

An aura of intimacy

Of passion’s vulnerability

Trembles, taunting mind-citadel  

In all those wants you do not tell

You pause; are you a friend or foe?

Your inclinations ebb and flow

Longing and hunger plead and moan

A starving warrior coming home

No hint of your intention bleeds

In mention of your nameless needs

The night is cold, the fireside warm

I sense the prelude to a storm

© Janet Martin

Right now all is calm, but we are under a storm-watch;))