Thunder

Thunder sounds above,
Huge great claps that swallow us up.
Lightning scalds each pore,
Yet we're happy here in the drumming rain,
Biting the wind with our teeth.
You pass one cautious hand through the shadow
on my hipbone,
Sweeping the air to one side,
So you can reach the watery skin.
We tremble together,
Choking on each others' gasps,
Rubbing noses.
Swallowed, scalded, damp and cold...
Three hours 'till morning
So we dip our heavy heads
and pray that the sun lets us go.