Storms Electric

(pantoum)  
formule poésie érotique 24/30    
 
In soft washed clouds, let storms electric come,  
With scents of earth and forest must describe.  
We lay entwined, engulfed, a wonder’s sum,  
For two as one that wait the storm’s revive.  
 
With scents of earth and forest must describe,  
Again to fill ourselves in thunders’ crush.  
For two as one that wait the storm’s revive,  
Our airs descend in fog of love’s lost blush.  
 
Again to fill ourselves in thunder’s crush,  
It came in shrills and groans of deep woods’ flume.  
Our airs descend in fog of love’s lost blush,  
Brought from the slightest graze of summer’s bloom.  
 
It came in shrills and groans of deep woods’ flume,  
In rose that opened full to fuller reach,  
Brought from the slightest graze of summer’s bloom,  
That prior gush that rose with our beseech.  
 
In rose that opened full to fuller reach,  
We lay entwined, engulfed, a wonder’s sum.  
That prior gush that rose with our beseech,  
In soft washed clouds, “let storms electric come!”