from the threshing floor – 2

sitting on the couch together,
picture album, glass of wine,
just outside was stormy weather,
threat to light and power line

moving close, she sudden kissed me,
pictures strewn across the floor,
darkness came in rain and torrent,
rhythmic howling, steady pour

friends who found the reason baseless,
skin to skin and tongue to tongue –
power out the only basis:
that, and we were very young

just another pool remaining
from the storm and lightning strike:
words that never came, restraining,
far apart, but so

alike

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant