Beneath the Storm
Powerful and worrthwhile poetry by a talented writer.
When the storm passes and the hurricane
Is downgraded, like a naughty child, and the
Curtains of water enveloping us dwindle to
Delicate lattices, and then to nothing, and the
Sun comes out and they arrive to rescue us,
You and I, to save us from the fall and
They are too late, we will pretend nothing happened.
We shall shake hands, friendly survivors,
And go on our way. You to your life,
I to mine, and we shall hardly
Speak about the shack, the thunder, the wind.
Never, ever, speak of the warmth and the sweat
And the kisses, and that caramel-like aroma
At the nape of your neck. Never shall we mention
The fingers, gliding, glistening, the wetness inside
The four trembling walls, the musk, the moans,
The bites. Never ever even think about the scratches
At the back and the softness of the eyes…
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