If you are a Storm ...

If you're a Storm ...
Let the clouds falling over my
to condense all that sea that the sky steals
over the heat that emanates this raw meat.

If you're a Tornado ...
Leave the eddies shaking me
when the wind pushes against lucidity.

If you're a Lightning ...
Leave the light of the quick sphere,
the electric shock have to come from you
and breake me up in two parts.