Lying in the wake of a storm,
Feeling the aftershocks of
Thunder tearing me in two.
Trying to piece together
The fragile glass shards
Which arced from an overwhelmed hand.
I feel my tongue try
To restore a hint of moisture
To my frozen lips,
Surprised at the hint of salt.
I dare to open my eyes.
A flash of lightning
Mesmerises and I gaze
Into the storm,
As my body aches for
Thunder to roll over me
Through me, surrounding me
Aligning somehow with my core.
Now comes the rain,
Its gentle rhythm
Softening perception,
Soothing me with each
Tender touch.
Feeling the aftershocks of
Thunder tearing me in two.
Trying to piece together
The fragile glass shards
Which arced from an overwhelmed hand.
I feel my tongue try
To restore a hint of moisture
To my frozen lips,
Surprised at the hint of salt.
I dare to open my eyes.
A flash of lightning
Mesmerises and I gaze
Into the storm,
As my body aches for
Thunder to roll over me
Through me, surrounding me
Aligning somehow with my core.
Now comes the rain,
Its gentle rhythm
Softening perception,
Soothing me with each
Tender touch.
