aftermath

we ride each other gracefully
like storm clouds
carried fast across
an unnaturally darkened sky
just before the rain comes

somehow, a gentle frenzy;
still able to see the sun
despite the shadows
gloomy over you-
and me; still hopeful

I have always loved the way
that something so furious and unsettled
brings such a calming aftereffect
and everything seems
a little more beautiful