After the Storm

Being swept away with love...

I tremble as the funnel cloud
of your longing bursts
from the clear,
blue atmosphere.
At the cresendo,
Top velocity,
It scoops
Me
Up.

Encircles me with your wild
passion, sends me
spinning out of
control, blinds
me with our
tornadic
motion.

Suddenly, I drop
to reality, to land,
to the quiet of
you arms
after
the
storm.