The Desire within a Storm

In this endless, soundless solitude.

In the perpetual lonesome winds

of this dark evening,

you appear

Your white pale face

cold as a cloud

Light-less like the moon

Turned towards the enormous sky.

From a far-away land I tremble

with the unbearable agony of desire

Framing your porcelain face,

thin wisps of tame-less hair tremble

in the dark wind

Fingers extended, in pain?

In passion?

In prayer?

The corner of the sky grows heavy

clustering cathedral clouds

merging sky and earth

Flashes of longing tear through

with repeated ferocity

Penetrating, invasive

assault

Tidal waves of love

seeking to burst forth in tremendous ecstasy,

agitating the unbounded distances

within the darkness

The sombre complexion

of a reflective unmoving land

You turn your bloodless face towards life

Your breasts are like undulations of a land

that has wept itself to weary,

stagnating stillness

You stretch out your anxious, waiting arms,

long-expectant, prayer-tired,

towards that relentlessly enormous sky

Darkness clusters around them

A thousand musical notes,

each a singular, self-contained,

orchestrated symphony,

reverberating in the multitudinous winds

Slowly creation reaches readiness

As if in one terrible, blessedly sweet moment,

the clouds of its desire break forth

in bolts of unbearable thunder

Impetuous fulmination,

a fractured, shredding line

Crushing remorselessly,

piercing the middle of your unclothed chest

equivocally eager, upturned

towards the total bliss of union

Then, banishing all obscurity

from this wet, dishevelled, tumbledown world

Transpires a beautifully cool

caressing morning.