Know what keeps you warm
and let it burn you

She was the centre of my universe,
and I, the eye of her storm,
the soft centre, cushioning,
calming...
I wore her hurricanes like wings,
her fires like a second skin,
and all of it was beautiful.
Terrifyingly, startlingly, strangely
beautiful.
To feel her heartbeat next to mine,
in perfect sync, the rhythm of the
skies and heavens. The meeting
of two souls, tainted separately
yet, together, fierce
and free

I kneel here surrounded by grass

It is wet from recent rainfall.
The droplets soak into the knee of my jeans
And I continue to kneel anyway.

I gaze at the horizon-
I see the black clouds coming-
As if they are tormentors-
Returning to haunt my world.

I kneel in the field and watch the storm come.
I see blue tongues flicker threw the air.
I here their booming hiss as it shatters the peace.

I can see there dripping venom fall from miles away.

The storm is coming.

I feel the first drops of sin land on my shoulders and face.
I stand as if anything I do could change the inevitable.
I am blasted with the force of mockery.

The storm is here.

I am enveloped in the torrent.
It lashes against me.
As if to mock my protest a tree some hundred yards ahead shatters in a blue explosion.
A chunk of shrapnel clips my leg,
I wonder if it got wet from the drops in the knee of my jeans.

♤

I kneel back onto the grass.
The soaking ground ignores my soaking jeans.

I stand and look into the horizon
Black clouds are all I see.

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