Deluge

Not all love affairs are the size of
collosal,
sweeping desert clouds,
sonnets dancing
next to the Sun

Sometimes,
the rain is there
to force a change in tempo
and there is a murky
interview between giants

I forgot to practice that part,
somewhere between shadow
and light
Neither clouds nor rain nor sun
laugh here

I forgot to practice looking at clouds
before they bury passions,
collosal, with a deluge
somewhere between
shadow and light