A tempest brews between us,
cycling between the rain and our clouded judgment.
Your breath grazes my skin,
prickling in anticipation,
the charged air holds me
still
in hesitation.

My pulse thunders through my body,
eager to echo through yours.

A new storm approaches
with a close and deafening roar.
We run for cover,
but it’s too late to hide.

The winds blow stronger,
your breathing erratic.
I hush mine,
as if it could ground me.

Lighting strikes.

I still at your touch.
Gusts at full force,
Lighting strikes again.

Thunder booms,
vibrating through our bodies
alight and in sync.

The rain slides off us,
desperate to extinguish what we ignited.

Nothing anchors us now,
as we drift dangerously through the night.