Storm Coming
we used to stand
in the open doorway
of the garage
and watch the storm
tear apart the sky
we shuddered at the thunder
and flinched at the lightning
and stood in awe
at the rush of water
now you call me
you in your home
me in mine
a separation
I will never understand
you mention a storm
better get off the phone
you say
what happened to your nerve
your recklessness
we used to kiss in the open garage door
daring lightning to reach us
you would take me by the hand
and pull me into the back seat
of our car in the garage
and we would make love
to the crashing of the storm
and the rush of the rain
while our neighbors
drove by
unknowing
Copyright Sharon Harris
All rights reserved.
No part of this website may be reproduced
in any means, mechanical or electronic,
except brief excerpts used in critical reviews.
All rights reserved.
No part of this website may be reproduced
in any means, mechanical or electronic,
except brief excerpts used in critical reviews.