Every
relationship has its ups and downs; gay relationships are no different from any
other. Such is life, love, and human nature...
A SUMMER
STORM
Spirit as
heavy
as clouds
hanging
dark and
low;
body struck dumb
by lightning
flashes
of
disillusion
Rain on
the face
reminiscent
of tears
for a world all but
giving up on us,
and my
storming off
without a
word
Your
kisses, honey
on the
tongue of one
who’s
like a bee
looking to the hive
for
reasons to weather
a summer
storm
Heading
for home,
wretched,
frightened…
Suddenly,
sunshine,
birds
singing, a world
shouting
joyfully if only
because it can
I see you
waiting
on the step, drenched,
shoulders
hunched;
Storm
over, still raining,
but ready
to pull together
for a new
beginning
Time
enough later
for
questions, answers,
and
finding words…
For now, seeing nature
working its
magic for us,
we gay
lovers
Copyright
R. N .Taber 2001; 2014
[Note: An earlier version of this poem first appeared in an anthology, In the Summertime, Poetry Now (Forward Press), 2001 and subsequently in First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002.]
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