we ran blindly
like lost children
into the warmth of each other's arms,

we grew lost
in the moonlight tangles
of hair and shivering fingertips,

but were we deaf ?
to the rain that began to scream ?
louder than those burning breaths ?

for alone now, we shiver.
no longer in love with goosebumps.
but cowering from this storm -

the whIRLWind of our souls.