NaPM April 7 2015

[cidermaid]

After the storm.

He came to her a stranger, roaring in the night,
a wind whipped frenzy of jealous, pounding love.
Rain rods fell, etched warning messages of Braille,
burrowed deep into her shores -- his finger trails.

A wind whipped frenzy of jealous, pounding love;
mounted on foam fuelled waves, his urging on display.
Burrowing his finger trail deep into her shores,
a dark, boiling surge, striped the rubble of her sin.

Mounted on foam fuelled waves, his urging on display.
Her lust for other loves was crushed beneath his weight.
A dark, boiling surge striped the rubble of her sin;
the folly of her illicit rendezvous.

Her lust for other loves was crushed beneath his weight,
now the son has kissed her, she basks in his delight.
The folly of her illicit rendezvous:
a distant memory, buried beneath her sands.

Now the son has kissed her, she basks in his delight.
Rain rods fell, etching finger messages in Braille,
but these pock marks were erased by the break of day.
He came to her a stranger, roaring in the night.