Sultry Days

The sultry days of my city,
The night,
The storm, the lightning so blue..
Flashing striking across my skies,
Gusting, winds
There stood I watching taking root.
Mesmerised by its wildness, hardly able to breathe
Gusting winds breaking through,
Howling infernally
At the topmost of my roof, I dance and danced nakedly
The pitter patter of the rain, sounding more like a drum.
The thunder booming..boom booming...without refrain
Wild like my mind, when the storm came through
Running banshee like... Hair wild so wild
The excitement was there to see
As I danced and danced in my naked body,
Euphorically
Storming's like music to me.. holding hands above my head
Jumping, arms, high thrown unashamedly,
Dancing to the beat of the rain uncommonly.
My poetry wild so wild in my mind the ambiguity!
As Neruda Extols his ambivalence that only he..can do
Flashing words through my mind
Trying umpteen times, verses of poetry
The ambivalence in he, at times
The pleasure, feeling breathing touching each word lovingly.
And with the breeze from his breath quietly
Murmuring caressing his phrases of poetry...
So close he came to complete, obsessively
Torrential rains drowning his cries, the ecstasy
The euphoria within he,
Pounding hard at his door...the knock urgently.
Drenched soaked through his half naked body
Pounding and pounding again he came running through
The flash, lightning streaming blue
As his earth primitively slicing right through you
Tumbling from its axis
Thunder shaking his world, the end was upon in his mind
His silhouette I saw wildness in his eyes
By his stance I knew it was he..
The proud look his scent...
Indeed, it must be he.
Standing there before my eyes
I invited him in, where else would he go
Pulling him inside taking his hand in mine.
Welcoming him home.

                                        By Connie James.