One

Thunder rolls.

I glance up at the sunless sky

As bolts of sharp lightening rend the air.

My gaze falls, meeting his.

Deep chestnut eyes, plucking my heartstrings

As the raindrops fall, mingling with

The longing tears dripping down my face.

I reach for him.

My hands, pale white spiders,

Entangle themselves in

Dark, wet locks, frantically, urgently

Pulling him close.

Our lips meet.

My heart sings

As my soul reaches out,

Tentatively searching, finding

The warmth of his.

They entiwine, each cradling the other

Until, abandoning solitude,

They become one.