I Like Thunder

I Like Thunder

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Light flashes and my foundations tremble and murmur
I barely pause from shaping with my tongue
The cream of your inner thigh
Tawny in this light
While I determine whether the thunder
Came from within or without
Not that I really care which
I like thunder -- it moves me

I lift the bowl of you to my lips
Place my lips to the lip of the bowl
And sip

I am reminded of a copper bowl from Asia
That sings at a touch
With the exact same pitch
That you are singing now

My tongue, at the rim of the bowl
Finds a tiny lever
You must be very light indeed
For a lever this small
To lift you so high, so easily
With the gentle pressure of
My tongue

This amazes me
I play with the lever for a while
Noting that there must also be
A ratchet in your system
Since pushing down and pushing up both
Lift you higher

Suddenly
By my drinking
Your bowl has become full
And spills over
You are full of paradoxes

There is more thunder

As I am listening
Moved by your thunder
Your hands grab my head and pull me forward
Impatiently but not angrily
I am surprised at your strength
And also moved by it

Your arms hold me to yourself
And then your legs
The thunder you are filled with
Buoys me upwards into the sky

One of your hands finds lightning
To go with the thunder
Lightning preceded by thunder
Another paradox
A connection is made
Sky with earth
And your hand rejoins its companion
On my back

The lightning stroke travels upwards
And downwards repeatedly
In compliance with natural laws

Time fractures

I taste your skin where your
Neck meets your shoulder
Because I must taste you again

The downstroke and returnstroke of the lightning is a constant
Yet another paradox
It draws me out of myself and into you
Our motion
As the thunder rocks us
Must be splashing paradoxes (paradices?)
Out of your bowl of them

And there is more thunder
It is louder, here in the sky
And the thunder and lightning won't stop
But that's okay
I like thunder

Time flies back together
But wavers
Like a reflection on the surface of a pond
Where someone has thrown a rock

We hold one another
Clinging to each other for stability
Which is odd, since a moment ago
Neither of us had very firm footing
And listen to the echoes
Of the thunderstorm
Reaffirming that, yes,
We both like thunder

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