Love Storm

Love Storm

The day we say 'til death do us part'

the sky is cloudless, a brilliant blue; 

the storm clouds gather at the edge 

of our bright declaration

unnoticed in the cool, lovely breeze 

of your whispered affirmations.

Their seeping virga, a sprinkling of 

warning --ignored, dismissed, excused--

until they burst in torrents of rage, 

gales of violence. A storm so tremendous

even you wail in pain as it begins

to swirl, blurring the horizon. 

Bearing the brunt of your battering gusts and brutal hail, 

I pray for safe passage. 

One thought floats to the top: 

please, love me less.