Run Like Storms

(A Quatern)  

My truest passions run like storms  
With simple words like “rain” or “wash.”  
How simple lines can fill to flood,  
The dry arroyos of the night.  
 
In simple touch of tongues and lips,  
My truest passions run like storms.  
As simple breaths, as out and in,  
Contend in thunder’s lightning sparks.  
 
And how our slow heads dazzle on  
As builds of gales and of po’ms.  
My truest passions run like storms  
That break to drench our summer droughts.  
 
With morning comes the rushing fill,  
That calms the racing words to hush,  
Like mouths that bring a dawning verse  
My truest passions run like storms.