Little Thunder

I remember holding her love in the palm of my hand
Her breath sharp and quick against my ear
Little moans and pussy purrs tracing the curves within
Sucking in and blowing out,
A hot, pink, quivering staccato
From deep inside her chest and from somewhere deeper
Darker and deeper
As she whispered the words she had just learned
Words that called to blood and lust and hate and God
She cried softly, little more than a whimper
Biting her lips
Begging and commanding me with her voice and with her eyes
I pressed her harder against the cold Detroit steel and pulled her hair
Drawing her face into the arc sodium glow of the streetlight
I wanted to watch her bottom lip tremble and to see her tears
As they pooled in the corners of her cornflower eyes.

     Little Thunder
     In my head
     Rumble thunder
     Heartbeat sound
     All my ancient gods are dead
     Ivory towers fallen down
     I remember her
     I’ll always remember her
     Little Thunder

I remember holding her love on the tip of my tongue
A kiss so deep she cried my name
She cried my name and more of the words she had just learned
But she no longer whispered
She moaned and hissed these new words into Heaven
A blistering assault on angelic ears
Verbal weaponry
Sulfurous and steaming, rising on red clouds
She entwined her fingers in her hair and threw her head from side to side
The pain of concentration furrowing her brow in a thin, faint line
Eyes tightly shut and her body like a piston
She thrust her heart to the sky, letting it fall back
And then thrusting again
The power and the glory, forever and ever
Amen
And still I was cold.

     Little Thunder
     In my head
     Rumble thunder
     Heartbeat sound
     All my ancient gods are dead
     Ivory towers fallen down
     I remember her
     I’ll always remember her
     Little Thunder

I remember holding her love in a small wooden box
Under lock and key the tiny icons of our infatuation rested
Like long dead corpses in the grave
Pink and purple love letters, folded neatly
And sealed with black and blue kisses
I stood on the bridge and read each one, every word, one last time
Before dropping them into the water below
Floating down into the ripples
Like dead leaves
They still smelled like her

     Little Thunder
     In my head
     Rumble thunder
     Heartbeat sound
     All my ancient gods are dead
     Ivory towers fallen down
     I remember her
     I’ll always remember her
     Little Thunder