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passion Southern Grace (bonds@mc.edu) www-ab2.proxy.aol.com Fri, April 4, 1997 at 12:10AM |
Passion on a wing
Lightning on a hill
Building to a gasping pause of the wind.
By a slow steady thrum over the harvest
Or a pounding fury riding forth
The thunder responds and claps deeply.
The wind sighs
And cradles the storm's spent tempest
As each eases
To the satiated contentment that follows.
I have a lover of glass and stone
Of eyes and body the same.
A rain so breathtaking and quenching
Mother Earth feels the pain.
A hard & satisfying storm--
Or a slower, gentler mist on the breeze--
Each rising to a peak and a sigh
Or a drawn-out halting end.