Our lips meet and it is like two ships
Colliding in the night: all fire and wetness.
Our passion runs deeper than the floodwaters
In a Louisianna rainstorm...higher and higher.
We are consumed by the fire we
Give to each other-- pushing and pulling.
We stir with the anxious sighs as those
Who have fought long, distant wars and
Regret coming home.
She slips into one of my shirts then slides
Back into bed. The air is charged with
The electricity of our love.
I hold her close... my mind reeling in a
Whirlwind mixture of trepidation and relief.
1.22.1993
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