There were times when
your voice was like
smooth soothing thunder
it rolled across my skin
made me shiver
as we slid under our sheets—
Other times we had
lightning in our eyes
that sparked
crackled
flared
lit up the room
always in harsh relief
tension allowed to build—
sheets became
torrents
sluicing over our skin
until we were tangled
in damp heat
mist rising off our bodies
and a gleam of sunlight
chose that moment to
refract—
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
There were times when
your voice was like
smooth soothing thunder
it rolled across my skin
made me shiver
as we slid under our sheets—
Other times we had
lightning in our eyes
that sparked
crackled
flared
lit up the room
always in harsh relief
tension allowed to build—
sheets became
torrents
sluicing over our skin
until we were tangled
in damp heat
mist rising off our bodies
and a gleam of sunlight
chose that moment to
refract—
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