The sun sits low on the horizon,

staggered beams

slipping through the blinds,

but we don’t notice.

The sky isn’t really on our minds

except for the swirling clouds

of heavy breath

shrouding our embrace,

the thunderclap

of skin on skin

and the raindrop sweat

upon our faces.

There’s lightning in his eyes,

burning into me

with the stars of his sighs

and the moonlight of his flesh.

I can hear the heartbeat in his chest –

a meteor shower,

powerful,

exploding my senses

into speck of mist,

overcasting our stormy sky.

Moonbeams burst from our bodies,

pulsing through our veins

and the

thump

thump

thump

the thunder

the lightning

the storm

starting to drift away

and then the darkness

settling in again,

and we are back

on the ground.