Stormed

And there she lay,

Soft and caressed

From the love of above,

Moist as a dewy May day.

Songs, scattered on trees there.

Squirrels, scampering, childishly play;

Skittering, chasing their tails fair,

Innocent games unestrayed.

For out of such passion

They say came

Such peace as only from God

The booms of the flesh

Comingled by light

Shock with the strike of such love

How couldn't no life come forth from such union?

Or peace from such pounding of sills?

Such wind causes breath to sweep in confusion

Such worries we prayed would be killed.

So here now we lay, apart in our parts,

Gazing at once at once was.

Instilled in our souls, a part of our hearts

Still lays with that part which is ours.