taken by storm

under hollow attic roofs
roared winds about
incessant and
immense
lashing rain to
batter down my counted sheep
in their fold-
ed
sleep
leaped the fence and ran
afraid
the roof would blow
reveal us naked
drench all wonder in our wooded bed
under voyeuristic eyes
of starless
shifting
cloud

a dog-howl distant singing
caught amongst the black air
leashed

taken by the storm
we moved abandoned
on fallow field
erotic dramas
of greening night
unfurled
time-lapse leaves
played out the summer’s
chill
while softly dawned
our fading days
backdrop to this furious
familiar act
coming
coming
coming bright