From of the nothing, come. I cannot wait

From of the nothing, come. I cannot wait
for you now anymore, I hear a storm
that sweeps across the ocean cannot wait

to meet the land. I thought about the storms
that came before, and now all that I want
is a quick sigh from her. But with the storm,

I'll get to feel her wrath, I'll hear her want
for me and all the coarseness of her touch,
of clouds on surfaces. The skin I want

receiving my song, the ears I want to touch
with words, the way the moisture cannot wait
to meet the ground. The pressure systems touch

each other in new ways, the air is weighed
by swamp and storm, desires must now wait.