— a Chaucerian Roundel of passion

 

Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain

The heavy downpour enters every pore

Naked— we swell into the storm’s full roar

 

Wind shreds the porch screen; lust can’t contain

Our lips taste like ozone, no world before

Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain

The heavy downpour enters every pore

 

Bodies arch—lightning—our dam breaks in vain

That flash ignites our breath from depth to shore

Your pulse drums thunder trembling through my core

Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain

The heavy downpour enters every pore

Naked— we swell into the storm’s full roar