storm chasing

I’m feeling thunderbold

with this current tryst open, out;

heat spreads through the room lightning-quick,

tension in the air like electricity

every moan crackles, rough 

and every sharp cry cuts through it, clean

it strikes me, 

dirty, messy, honest 

all the soft dark bits illuminated suddenly;

and after impact, 

we‘ll lay there smoking, cooling down,

singed, marked.