Thunderstorm Eyes

His eyes are storm clouds
darkening
with the passing seconds
She doesn't want to count.
Eyes
waiting to unleash
their fury
upon her
face
arms
chest.
His eyes -
his thunderstorm eyes
are more him than he'd
like to believe
and he rains
he rains
he rains down upon her.
Filling, brimming
the eye-clouds
stagger and devastate
with no visible
silver lining.
His eyes -
his thunderstorm eyes
are more him than he'd
like to believe
and he reigns
he reigns
he reigns over her.

Copyright © Catherine Young, 2007