I Sigh.

I sigh

Thunderstruck, through the night
As we kissed and held tight hitting us that storm was.
By my windowpane, I stand as my earth shook on me
As if my world has fallen from its axis, my world tumbling on me
I held on to you for a moment or two held you close so close
I could sense the scent of you slowly I inhaled that muskiness in you
I could feel your whispered breath across my cheek
I held on feeling,  your lips with mine
Your hair fleeting in the breeze you face, so calm composed
Smiling I tried as I looked at you was terrified
But you recited your verses of poetry
Before my world-shakingly took the breath of me
Like two shadows we stood, we were lost in time, lost for words
As our shaking world came tumbling down on us
But you held me close so close,
I could feel the beating of your heart like a drum.
In between the crossed lines and the seas coming through
We were soaked through to the skin...
A madness veering between you and me
Our world vibrating tumbling around us
And I screaming maniacally
You laughed as I held you tight
Searching your lips
I found you searching mine, kissing me...
Destruction all around us at this moment in time...
Shivering, through right through
As that bolt of lightning nearly struck you.
Taking fright running wild taking your hand in mine before the waters rushed in
By the lighthouse, there was no one about that strobe of lightning near us
We held on touch and touched again as our worlds downing, on us.
The desperation in our eyes our blood's on fire burning our skins were
An unfinished picture dispersing before our eyes, the artist was
Stagnantly lead like our feet hardly could run not...
Stuck we were in the dug boat
The sound from a conch shell the fisherman  a calling us
Once again lightning illuminating our body's naked,
Might as well have been...
Winds ferociously upon us
The oceans high across I held on to him as he kissed me
Between the darkness, the wind's upon us the earth our world!
Our primitive world our earth-shaking tumbling down on its axis
Holding on to each other making love for a tomorrow we had not
Wild love the abandonment, the desire within us.
As our worlds came crashing, down
The last spoken word in our primitiveness,
Hardly a word,
Just a sigh...

                      By Connie James.