What passion the hurricane cedes, our hearts exceed
Stimulated by the accent of the scent emanating from your skin
The sun’s heat thus sired it into being.
The sweat perspired,
the torrents rained, our skins drenched.
Unbridled — insanity was unchained.
There resided pleasure beyond measure; the mind expanded beyond the expanse.
We dwelled at the edge of the universe.
Our spirits intertwined, and we danced a dance born of the moment, unscripted and free.
The stars germinated and gave birth.
The universe came into being.
And so we became of the earth.
We moved without seeing.
Traversing the vast distances we gave ourselves without resistance.
So was the sublime and the divine.
In the eye of the hurricane, we knelt and prayed,
exhausted, our passion exhumed, but we knew this was just a lull from the torrent.
Breathless, we waited — for the rain to pour.
The waves, too, lash on our shores.
The winds, too, rattle our doors.
Let reality erase us — until — we are no more.
