Punches

A huge dark cloud, like a giant’s fist,
Punched low across the sky.
One rain-drop fell on our lips that kissed,
While the wind roared on by.

A lone gull wheeled, its white wings bright,
Soaring so light and free;
More rain-drops fell from the high-up fight
As you held tight to me.

Then off into the storm—“Let’s run!”—
We ran and laughed and flew!
And you knew I was your sailing sun
And I was punch drunk on you!

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