Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Weathered Love

Rain or shine

Find my heart so hidden, see if
there's a storm brewing,
perhaps with
crashing
thunder?

The wind I feel blowing is from
the lust you sensuously
expel, to make
me knuckle
under.

Our lives shall endure, induced
under clear blue skies,
as frightful storms
keep us
together.

Come wind or rain, snow or hail,
our souls will stay dry,
as we make
love in any
weather.

Yorktown Disciple