lifting the veil of nights silence

[Passionaria]

late at night
thunderstorm caresses hot earth
lightning pierces darkness
burning through my heart

the only sound
wind blowing
the thoughts in my mind

plants quiver reaching out
to be quenched
as does my heart

outside and inside feel the same tonight
synchronicity bringing me peace
this storm and I are one

rain begins to fall cool on my skin
giving life to earth
and my soul

removing my clothes
stretching my torso across the hood
of my neighbors car

feet spread apart
hips following the line of warm metal

face down
long wet hair flowing across red paint
rain beating down on my skin
stinging, cooling, cleansing

cool water quenching my lips
touching my eyes
massaging my shoulders
running from finger tips

following down the
valley of my spine
like a flash flood
and over the roundness of hips
caressing tenderness before
finding the inside of my thighs
and back to waiting earth

taking with it
this storm in me

entranced
cleansed
finally rising
amazed at the marks my lotion
has left
a woman's breasts
waist, hips
thighs
smeared onto the red paint
of my neighbors car
laughing softly, aye bendito
how is hy going to explain that

The story emerged from this poem.