She came on like a storm
is one way of putting it.
And, as if in a hurricane,
I was blown away.
Now, I’m deep in it,
snowbound and gagged.
No, not gagged; she enjoys
that thing I do with my tongue and teeth,
as it negotiates weather patterns
on the back of her neck.
And when the heat of my body
gets close to her chilly frame,
it’s like the fault line
between a high pressure system
and a low—cold north air
clashing with warm southerly
moisture, leading to a strongly
rising nor’easter of pleasure.
Not all weather is inclement,
you just need to know the right
weatherman, and which way
my wind blows. And, if we’re lucky,
we will ride out the storm until dawn.
Scott Edward Anderson is author of the book of poems Fallow Field (Aldrich Press, 2013). He has been a Concordia Fellow at the Millay Colony for the Arts, and received both the Nebraska Review Award and the Aldrich Emerging Poets Award. His poetry has appeared in the Alaska Quarterly Review, American Poetry Review, Anon, The Cortland Review, CrossConnect, Earth’s Daughters, La Petite Zine, Many Mountains Moving, Nebraska Review, Poetica, Slant and Terrain, among other publications.