The night beat down my chest.
Your taste lingered on my lips
Each breathe lined up with every pump of blood.
Not a cloud was to be seen.
It still rained.

Your eyes were like the blue of the sky,
but I saw the clouds begin to form.
Two drops fell before I saw the storm inside.
Two drops I counted.
The thunder broke.

Literature was our language.
We wrote in words.
Words were traded in tongue.
I wanted you to speak more to me more.
Speak till my language felt numb.

My lips on yours
I wanted more.
My arms wrapped around you.
I wanted more.
Thunder crashed.
Still not a cloud in the sky.
I wanted to take it from you.
I wanted more.

The night beat down my chest.
Your taste lingered on my lips.
Each breathe lined up with every pump of blood.
Never have I seen,
A blue skied storm.