Our passion painted the windows
with our breath,
our steam,
our release
after so much wanting,
so much heat
that the rain outside
felt warm instead of pinpricks of ice
on my skin.

Feeling your flesh
flat against mine,
it was as if the summer sun
pounded against my body
instead of the dark drops
falling like flood gates
around us.

And I was yours.

For a brief moment
in this swirling world of
wishes and wantings,
I was yours
under the black sky
and storm cloudy night.

For a minute,
we were one tumbling,
earth-moving jumble
of limbs and hands and mouths
searching for that finite moment
we’d been waiting for
all along.


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