Coming In From The Storm

In From The Storm.

The night that awful, night the storm came unexpectedly
The winds howling screaming, howling like a banshee
As if the Earth this primitive earth had fallen, of its axis.
The urgent knocking on the door,
Surprised that anyone would be out there in the eye of the storm.
Opening the door, I was faced with he standing before me
With the flash lightning behind he
It amplified the contour's of his face his eyes
He was soaked through.
Between the darkness and the lightning seeking shelter from the storm
I asked him in. Curiously I stood before he
Handing him a towel.
Thanks. Said he.rather crossly,
For allowing himself to lose his way, saying.
I've lost my way I could see not, the winds so strong
The rain lashing the lightning electrifying I knew not where I was
I saw your blue lantern twinkling so coming away from the storm
Hellishly it is out there.
I could not get a word in edgeways
It's okay said I, you're welcome.
A stranger coming in from the storm
Using the towel, I handed drying himself off
Standing by the window was he
The lantern lighting his face
I could see him in semi-darkness
How beautiful he was!
My eyes would release not his stare for he was staring at me
His hair longish rather wild curling about his eyes
Making him much more desirable
He's grey eyes staring
Wanted so much to touch his face thus, just a caress on his cheek
The storm affected him more than he let on
Standing by the window in half light
He looked like a sculpture, like David in the Roman days
A real Renaissance, of a man! I'd love to keep him.
A living human sculpture, he belongs here, with me
I can smell the scent of he, a distance of a few feet
Heightening my senses
I'd love to run my fingers through his hair
Feel his face his eyes his lips that's curved just so
He's the man I've created in my mind
The man I've sketched a real Matisse
Every line every sinew in his body
I've asked him to sit down
Not that I wanted him to
I'd rather admire his torso, so beautiful.
Living me in turmoil
The visions before my eyes,
He smouldering,
That look sending shivers through me.
Where,  indeed not in extremis.
Slowly I walked up to him that touch, that caress
As I softly touched his cheek.
And the tears in my eyes as I slowly kissed his eyes
Could believe not my actions,
And by the light the blue lantern, I kissed his lips slowly
Placing my hands thus, either side of his face
Could believe not, he came in from the storm
With bated breath, uttering let me behold you!
My words unashamedly
Before the rain,
Before the storm came in.

                                 By Connie James.