Stormy As Words' Venom

Beneath kohl sky, the war of words rattles As fierce lightning of his voice, my thunderous replies Pour a lethal elixir, its venom malignant Demanding a power struggle between forces, On one tearing night which assaults the senses: How whipping air deepens a rugged course Where darkness gathers heightened energy; Vicious as the gnaws of a charged torrent. I saunter out to clear an overcast mind, Breathing in the rain, the moist vapor While my fingers raise high in soulful appeal Until a dot of a star enters into my body... Gradually, the storm passes by, as if Nothing on the byway stirs a gory hour; That in pure clarity, I open the kitchen door And maybe, through divine intervention, He embraces me in the middle of his vulnerability. Perfect Storm Contest ---for Craig Cornish 10/4/2017