the hurricane came
it knocked out the power
in our small house
we almost burned it
to the ground
with cinnamon stick candles
we took shots of
spiced rum
feasted on
cold Chinese food
danced naked
to a battery powered radio
listened closely
for storm updates
the wind threatened to
blow through
the sliding glass door
take the roof off of
our house
we watched tree limbs
flying through the air
you listened to me
when I told you
everything
would be over soon
there was no way
I could have
protected you
there was nothing
I could have done
but take you
underneath
the comforter with me
beg you
to stay inside
sweetheart, it’s cold out there
sweetheart, it’s wet out there
sweetheart, don’t leave me alone in here