Let's Talk About Love #4 Perfect Storm

When I’m with you the might of moment stills

And we are not victims of its cold clock

Rebels are we to its relentless tock

A storm is brewing past these charted hills

Tremor of urgency excites the pine

What is its fantasy? even the breeze

That thrives upon the vexing of the trees

Pauses beyond this midnight-mute incline

Darkness is but a nocturnal disguise

Where longing escalates; visceral flame

Of guiltless passion and want without shame

Smolders virile, like comets in our eyes

And now the wind leaps from its hiding-place

Moaning madrigal of Need’s grand despair

The rise and fall of oceans fills the air

Or is it just your voice against my face?

Tear down the clouds that vex the moody deep

Leave prouder cares to daylight's disarray

Then let this raving craving have its way

Darling, this storm is much too wild to sleep

The trespassers of love’s most sacred part

Will never touch their feet upon this shore

Where breakers crash; euphoric eons pour

In heaven-measure through body and heart

Ah, perfect storm of love’s intrinsic bliss

When I’m with you I cannot count the years

Lest while I’m counting this storm disappears

…Is that a lightning bolt or just a kiss?

© Janet Martin