The storm moves

A rash crack of thunder

hammers the air

with its brutal fist

The night sky lit with the fire flash

of lightening

My heart is witness

but nothing shakes me

like the terrific dance

of your eyes

burned into my memory

The only photograph

I cannot remove

It is a summer storm

that brandishes its full calculated

blast against the dark

Somehow I remain

disciplined

Keep my arms still

when you are near me

Keep my hands

from a slow race across your body

like a lightening trail

across the sky

Somewhere in my life

I try to harness the full ability

to be something

At least that is what I think

An ace

that has been played like a duece

But your eyes are softest

when we speak

They hold

my bold advances

or desire hints across my sky

That you have made clear

in your off handed kindness

In your polite

not even sure it is like

that you have for me