Her hands feel
Dry
& she's trying to
Find
Her place
Amongst the antithesis of
Her blankets
& his warm
Embrace
Thunder crashing as
His lips
Meet hers
While they lie in the
Midst of the
Literal and quite metaphoric
Storm
She loves in her
Own ways
With subtle smiles
& awkward silence
He asks her if she's falling
& with a laugh
She replies
"Not quite."