POETRY: The Storm

Thunder. In my ears. In my dreams.
Rolling heavily over the valleys and canyons
That are me. That are part of me.
Intensity growing with each breath.  With each
Inhale. Exhale.
Taking over the divide. Crossing each chasm with ease.
Hastening towards me.
Each clap of thunder.
Loud. LOUDER. Strong. STRONGER.

Thunder. In my ears. In my dreams.
Closer now than ever before.
Nothing I can see. Nothing I can touch.
Nothing to fight against. Just this
Consuming, deafening sound
Anticipation.
Surrounded by these canyons, these valleys
Too deep to cross
Deep enough to protect me from every danger, except this

Thunder. In my ears. In my dreams.
My head against your chest.
Awaking to hear
The beat of your hear
Awaking to feel
Your arms around me
Embraced in the storm.

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