The storm

We watch the moon in all its brilliance
The light, it shines across the bay
The sea is calm, but there’s a storm
Brewing somewhere in the distance.
The world’s away, left far behind
But there’s no escaping your probing stare
Clearly there’s more to be wanted, or felt
More left for the taking.
I feel your trembling fingers, intertwined
When I hold your hand firmly in mine
But the tremors soak within my skin
As my heart just, simply, melts away.
Spellbound, hooked, fascinated
To a point of no return
We watch the moon in all its brilliance
The light, it shines across the bay
The sea is calm, but there’s a storm
Brewing somewhere, yet
Much closer than I’d expected.