BEFORE THE STORM

     The sky is dark.
     Low grey clouds precede the coming storm.
     A bitter wind bites through my coat,
     Tugs at my hair with icy fingers,
     Gnaws on my exposed skin,
     And whispers "snow tonight" into my frozen ears.

     My heart is warm enough to melt a thousand snows.
     It threatens the polar icecap.
     The source of global warming is concealed within my breast.

     And why such warmth?
     Why do I glow, radiating tropic heat?
     I hold my lover's words within my heart.
     The song of his voice blazes in my soul.
     The thought of his touch lightens my step,
     And future memories dance before my eyes.

     Sweet lover come soon.
     I ache to hold you, touch you,
     See your sweet smile,
     Feel your warmth against mine.
     I long to realize this well-remembered future.
     Sweet lover, be mine as I am yours.