Eye of the Storm

You rode up into my life on a Harley,
still idling, straddled, you stood,
sinister blue pearl in the sunlight
made my eyes water, and wet was good.

Night fell on me with your fingers
drawing swirls in the sweat on my breast
as rain trickled on the tin roof, dripping
like kisses your lips on mine caressed.

And I had said many times I love you
in those seconds that flooded to bind me
you needed to hear it to sleep, then I
slipped out, locking the door behind me.

Sinister blue pearl in the sunlight
the days grow drier and hotter
that was long ago, my love,
yet my eyes, tonight, still water.