Tempest

Torrents, slice down
the night towards
inner tunnels,
thunder cracking at
the edge of sky
while lightening
breaks open
a universe of stars
waiting to be held close
in fingers clawing
towards earth.
Inside this cannon
the sound claps and rips
and roars into ears
searching for a sigh,
a sweet caress,
a nod towards
the heart
which lunges
and leaps within
when wet shoulders shrug off
the mantle of familiarity
and open like
a sluice gate
to the unknown.