03 May, 2009


The storm breaks open across the skies
Heat lightning smolders in her eyes
I pull her close, our lips meet.  An
electric jolt runs through my soul
I cling to her tightly; don’t let go!
As passions ebb and flow to high tide
I cease to struggle for control
And commit myself to ecstasies ride
Thunder, from on high and from inside.
Love makes all things synchronize
                                –J.S. McAnarney, 2009