when i lay in bed and it’s just the two of us
and her hands are like creeping explorers that have learnt my body so well.
and i am the ocean and the shore they have come to rest.
they lay at the cove, edging into the gentle waters.
and the storm begins.
i gasp.
i cry.
i stir loudly until it comes to the eye,
and i hold her tightly in my arms, my hands on her face,
for i am the storm and she is the sun shining through to give me strength,
to fuel this passionate fury that swallows me.
and the eye passes, the storm rages on.
the explorers have treasure, a favorite pearl to seek.
and when it’s been found, I turn and kiss her.
and the explorers begin again,
hunting, climbing, softly stroking,
towards the mountain peak.
