Quieted
By downpour,
Quieted by thunder,
Quieted by wind
Stilled by wonder—
You, by the glass
Painting your lips...
Lightning outside
What's more, I, transfixed,
Not by the tempest
Be that as it may, the gleam of your lips.
No compelling reason to inquire as to why…
The reason
Of red suns
In my eyes.
