Stormy Weather

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We will make love
for the first time in stormy weather;
water swelling clouds,
darkening your brows.

You will cry in glee
insane for the waiting.
A quarter of a centurion
of wounded animal pride
And lions mad with fear.

You will dig your nails
into my back
which has deflected
bullets of stares and whispers,
sobbing silently into tin ears.

Comings and goings mean nothing
with you here,
your pretty head
on my shoulder,
insisting you are home.