Languor

Stench of honeysuckleclings to my windowleaves flicker in rumble of thunder:across the footpath a dead rabbit,dogs bay a warning.Your eyes grey like wolvesI lay in languor long past desirethunder rumbles in my bloodlightning strikes, ground sizzlesthere is semblance of life.Love hovers somewhereI can feel its pull, am terrifiedby the taste, too tired tocontemplate superlativeswait for the rain to provide its answer.