Storm-dancing

Like raindrops on the fire

My heat sizzles when you speak

Cool words dappling my hot skin

As if I stand naked in a storm

Of your mis-matched eyes

 

 

Drenched now

Beneath a deluge of your heart

Though I batten down the hatches

There are still wet puddles on the floor

 

 

The kind of weather you invite indoors

Never mind the muddy footprints

 

 

Always danced in the raging tempest

Preferably at midnight, on a mountain top

With the glow of my headlights to illumine a stage

Where bare feet bathed in stony soil

 

 

You are like that

Wind that blew my hair in wild halos

Uplifted my arms and filled them with flight

Perhaps I summoned you

From an autumn squall

With wine-scented whispers

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