Sea Storms

I had risen,
whispered the words
come home with me
as a kind of blessing.
We danced between doorways
and magic,
drinking glass after glass
of red wine,
already sea sick.
Lightning on the horizon,
I will never be sure if it was
passion or rage,
but in this chaotic storm
your heat and heartbeat were
a sort of respite.
You finally fell asleep
with my arms around you,
and I
woke up