there's tension in the air tonight
and it announces itself with a deep rumbling,
a percusional introduction that
leaves goosebumps and chills.

The thunder that crashes
as two hearts beat against
one another, deafening

the lightning that sparks
between hesitant fingertips
and skin, blinding

the thrill and fear of water
crashing against creaking wood
shattering.

And you'll be my god tonight
I'll pray for you to deliver me safetly to shore
my Poseidon, my Neptune
with your trident stave
thrust deep in the
corals of my heart

and you'll be my storm tonight
ravaging what's left of this ship
a tempest desecrating my bows
a torrential wind billowing my sails
and in the end you'll just leave me
a still sky
a cold wind
an orange glow
shuddering in your wake.