Two clouds beneath this sheet of sky
we move
wrapped within an aching wind

A sighing song
guides my lips and teeth
(this storm front of me)
to your funnel neck
where I hold on tight
while you thrash through
the crops and small towns
of our new loving

We pelt each other with raindrops
until your valley thermals crush my breezy leg
taking my breath away
as this sleek, windy shear of you
cuts through my senses

Riding this warm rail of me
you move east and west
toward and away
from that golden spike
that marks the eventual meeting
of these two trains of thought
destined for collision

I turn my thumb into a plow
then windmill my fingers within you
feel the gathering wheat of you
grinding golden in parallel movements
serial cascades of breathy argument
disguised as
flesh against spirit
sex against love
night against day

All words fall away with the storm
and we are left clinging together
suspended where the moist earth and saturated sky
almost meet

and I know it is forbidden to say
I love you
so I begin instead
to eat the rainbow that now glows around you
this secret, tasty gift
of storm and sex and heart
a shadowy, succulent food
I have only come to know
through you

And as we softly drift toward our different sleep
I cannot help but cock an ear
toward the window's open mouth
hoping for a hint of weather
in your tomorrow eyes