The Storm 

the thunder

rolls through the sky

shaking the atmosphere with the

magnificence of its sound

and filling the

air

with the sharp smell and taste of

ozone

 

lightning

illuminates

the heavens

with the brilliance of a summer’s day—

even though it is full night

burning itself into

the corneas

of the lovers whose

embrace is highlighted

 

the rain

sea water refined in the gentle cradle of the clouds

flowing from cloud to ground

washes away the traces of

sin

stain

corruption

from the Mother Goddess Earth

leaving only cleanliness

of

sweet fragrant loam

in its wake

 

all this is the summer storm

 

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the crack of

leather on flesh

and the soft gasps

that it evokes,

rocking and

catapulting

all involved

to heights hitherto

unknown,

like the thunder

 

 

the aroma of

primal

human arousal

sharp as ozone

and ten times more intoxicating

rising

into the steamy

thick

air of the chamber—

the chamber with the windows through which

the storm can clearly be seen outside—

flashes of

pain

pleasure

pain

pleasure

pain

pleasure

explode in the mind

like fireworks above the water

like a thousand suns in supernova

blinding the senses

and causing all else in the world

to recede

into the nothingness

of utter banality

like the lightning

 

tears

sea water refined in the furnace of the human soul

coursing down cheeks

reddened with handprints

dripping onto

breasts striped

the leather

healing tears

washing away the

hurts

transgressions

shame

doubt

of all the days past

leaving a freshly born soul

like a shining new vessel

ready for

service

to Another

Like the rain

 

all this is the Love under the storm