@KaremIBarratt

When the storm passes and the hurricane

Is downgraded, like a naughty child, and the

Curtains of water enveloping us dwindle to

Delicate lattices, and then to nothing, and the

Sun comes out and they arrive to rescue us,

You and I, to save us from the fall and

They are too late, we will pretend nothing happened.

We shall shake hands, friendly survivors,

And go on our way. You to your life,

I to mine, and we shall hardly

Speak about the shack, the thunder, the wind.

Never, ever, speak of the warmth and the sweat

And the kisses, and that caramel-like aroma

At the nape of your neck. Never shall we mention

The fingers, gliding, glistening, the wetness inside

The four trembling walls, the musk, the moans,

The bites. Never ever even think about the scratches

At the back and the softness of the eyes…