His gaze of thunder rumbles
throughout the valleys of my soul,
bearing an echo of truth
amid the lightning fire.
Wishing to escape the electric reality,
my eyes turn away
as fear trembles in the afterglow.
Metallic-flavored crimson bursts upon my tongue
as teeth keep my words from answering the call
of his languid desire.
But his winds tear away doubt,
his rain cleanses past transgressions
lightning blinding me to apprehension,
opening me to hope.
I return his gaze with reborn eyes,
skin shuddering in waves of yearning.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017