The Storm

The Storm 
the thunder
rolls through the sky
shaking the atmosphere with the
magnificence of its sound
and filling the
air
with the sharp smell and taste of
ozone
 
lightning
illuminates
the heavens
with the brilliance of a summer’s day—
even though it is full night
burning itself into
the corneas
of the lovers whose
embrace is highlighted
 
the rain
sea water refined in the gentle cradle of the clouds
flowing from cloud to ground
washes away the traces of
sin
stain
corruption
from the Mother Goddess Earth
leaving only cleanliness
of
sweet fragrant loam
in its wake
 
all this is the summer storm
 
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the crack of
leather on flesh
and the soft gasps
that it evokes,
rocking and
catapulting
all involved
to heights hitherto
unknown,
like the thunder
 
 
the aroma of
primal
human arousal
sharp as ozone
and ten times more intoxicating
rising
into the steamy
thick
air of the chamber—
the chamber with the windows through which
the storm can clearly be seen outside—
flashes of in the mind
like fireworks above the water
like a thousand suns in supernova
blinding the senses
and causing all else in the world
to recede
into the nothingness
of utter banality
like the lightning
 
tears
sea water refined in the furnace of the human soul
coursing down cheeks
reddened with handprints
dripping onto
breasts striped
the leather
healing tears
washing away all the days past
leaving a freshly born soul
like a shining new vessel
ready for
service
to Another
Like the rain
 
all this is the Love under the storm