love in a forest of tornados

we were making love in a forest of tornados,
wind bouncing forth and back on our breath
ecstatic
colors floating, orphan cumulonimbus
born or our moaning

rain postponed, in the pulse of thunder
moist gathering
twisters singing otherworldly chorals
don’t stop, don’t stop

flying swiftly
circling
seeking air
tornados sucking our breaths
scented with the sound of each other’s name

unoxygenated sighs fell heavy
on the shoulders and thighs of earth

the forest started to fade –
my head on your chest,
twisters blurred by endorphin essence

sky darkened

rain began to fall

© Liliana Negoi

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