I wouldn't mind being locked
on a tornado watch
in a room without icons
without ornaments or windows
with you
if the alarm went off
and we all needed to run, I'd be happy
to spend that time
to while away
the winds and the crashes
the basement hours
with you
I would be glad for the quiet
for the possible words,
the questions and dares
that intrigue me, unexpected
like colors splashed upon a stave
with you
but it's already 6 p.m.
the watch is lifted -
they say we're safe











