Storms, Squalls & Tempests Poem by Res John Burman

Making love
While
The Rain
Beats
On our window

Matching our rhythm
And our pauses
Increasing
In intensity
Building

Like handfuls
Of gravel
Flung
Urging us
On

Squalls
Whipping us
To a frenzy
Higher
And higher

The cold
On the window
Overcome
By the Heat
In you

The cold wet
Of the rain
Washed away
By your liquid
Fire

Outside
Winter storms
Here with us
Volcanic
Paradise

You are my squall
My tempest
My Goddess
Let me bathe
In your storm

Let me lie
In the sunshine
On the beach
Of your
Spent passion

Forever

(21 Jan 2008)