I take your face in my hands and the thunderheads drift along the horizon;
the rumbling is distant but threatening still.
There’s no need to describe the rain –
the way cold at first you cover yourself but soon surrender
as the night exploding with electric –
your body emerging from darkness, bathed in blue light –
has passed as quickly and violently as a monsoon storm.
Jo Starr on Blue Side Up Patty on Grade A Conception