I hear distant thunder, an echo of a heartbeat
Buried deep within the youthful breast of a forgotten lover
How quickly we push aside the nervous panic
The palpitations at the slightest touch
As words sweeten as each year flows onward
Until we all are poets in our own mind.  
I can feel the wind, pulling up the smothering humid air
A lustful Southern breath, faint with smell of azaleas and car exhaust
Somehow choking and teasing me with each breath
An addition.
Does love take sanctuary from such frail copies
Hiding in the shadows, waiting to step out into the light
As passions flash and spark, burning out underneath the mid afternoon swelter
Biding time for the cool of eve.
And still the storms approach
The laughter of the leaves fills the air,
The creaking bones of the branches, sinews straining
Reaching out in anticipation, anxious to capture the intimacy
And I am here
Waiting for the moment when cast upon the ground, a silhouette
Swallowing the world, and I am reborn