In From The Storm *****

In From The Storm


The storm came in unexpectedly
Howling wind's,
Screaming like a banshee...
As if the earth
This primitive earth had fallen, from her axis
The urgent, knocking at the door
Rather surprised, anyone would be out, there
In the eye of the storm...
Opening the door, I was faced with he, standing
before me...
With the strobing, flash lightning, behind he 
Amplifying, the contours of his body, his face
Soaked through, was he!
Seeking shelter, from the storm, in between
The darkness and the lightning...
I asked him in...
Curiously, I stood before, him handing him, a towel
Thank's, said he rather crossly...
For allowing himself, to lose his way, saying
I could see not, losing my, way
The power of the winds so strong, lashing rain
The lightning electrifying, I knew not where I'd be 
I saw your, blinking blue lantern,
So coming in from the storm!
Hellishly out there!
A word in edgeways, I could get not
Its ok, you're welcome said I, smiling
A stranger, coming in from the storm!!
Using the towel, I handed drying, himself
By the window standing, was he
The lantern, lighting his face...
I could see, him in semi-darkness
How beautiful, he was...
I would not release his stare, for he was
staring at me
His red hair, longish rather wild,
Curling about his eyes...
Making him, that much more desirable
His grey-blue, eyes staring!
Wanted, so much to touch his face, thus
Just a caress on his cheek...
The storm affected, him much more than, he'd let on
By the window standing at half, light     
He looked like a sculpture, like David in the
Roman, era...
A real Renaissance of a man!!
A living human sculpture,
He belongs to me!
Inhaling the scent of, he a distance of a few feet
Heightening my senses...
I'd love to run my fingers, through his red hair
Feel his face, against my cheek
Kiss, his eyes his lips, curved just so
He's the man I've created, in my mind 
The one 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
Leaving, me in turmoil
This vision, before my eyes
Smouldering, that look, sending shivers through
my spine,
Indeed not, in the extremities   
Undulating, on to touch, to caress
Softly, touch his cheek, thus...
I could feel, the waterfalls behind, my eyes
My actions believe, I could not
And by the light of the blue, lantern
Slowly, I kissed his lips
Placing my hands, on his visage looking
into his eyes...
Believe I could not, he came in from the storm
With bated breath, uttering unashamedly
My words, let me, hold you!!                 
Before, the rain,
Before, the storm came in...