the tempest

passion,
it is the storm on the horizon.
you think you are out of harm's way on the shore,
but you are in its line of fire.
first felt as it drizzles down,
desire will slowly soak its way into your soul.
then thunder crashes in the forms of dreams
and the electricity jolts you awake.
finding yourself drenched
you try to run for cover,
but the deluge is on.
the fervor weighs you down.
slows your step.
the earth beneath you swallows you whole.
engulfed by the tempest of the sweetest emotions
all you can do is weather the storm
and pray for dear life that the floods cease
and that clear skies are on their way
because this storm doesn't invigorate,
it inundates.