August 1, 2014



We breathe out heat like an old fan,

Huffing and puffing until the air boils

And we drip, drip, drip,

As we wait for the thermometer to explode,

No weather vane to tell us

How long this storm will last,

That rocks us after dark,

Or where the bolts of lightning

Will strike next,

Each rumble of thunder

Rising from out of us

As we rise and fall,

The hiss of steam in our ears

And the bliss of its relief

When we release,

The shock of the first bolt

When it finally finds the right spot,

And we breathing life
into each other with each

Breath we breathe,

Me into you, you into me,

Leaving both of us breathless

When we finally stop.



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