Trashing Norms

He only loves me when it rains . .
when thunder bullies calm and
the sky turns its back on sun.

Only then will he pause . .
admit a need to connect and
stream sensual imagery my way.

He keys out steamy recall . .
of we two at carnal best and
dares me back there with him.

I rushed back that first time . .
navigated a ruined history in
sail for greener ground.

But he only loves me when it rains . .
for sultry coupling that bursts casual
when nature waves fair.

Rainbows don’t live in shallow . .
in lures that sensuously shine.
storms don't have to act drama
when resolve buoys bottom line.