I watched lightning split

An old oak tree like the

Oracle handing out gifts.

Saw plasma fire borne a

Phoenix in the sundered

Trunk, and catch aloft

In post-coital breeze

The sine wave tentacles

Of smoke without a care.

Smelled ozone cracked

Through the parking lot,

Cool air rushed to greet

The ever-pelting white

Noise of perpetual rain.

Imagined coming to you

As oily rivulets gathered

To protest in street gutters,

Arms around the breadth

Of your belly, while we

Count the seconds

Before the thunder.