Thunderstorm

by Gloria Garchitorena-Goloy


He was at once the jealous lover, black
with rage too swiftly called, too largely built
who gives the loved one no time to brace
in futile self-defense against his wrath;
he was at once impatient with the guilt
he sought to punish even while a lack
of evidence disturbed him so . . . But oh
he must at once unleash the initial blow
to teach her she should never cross his path,
must whip her now while bitter fury shot
with passion gripped him so and malice lit
its brand upon his brow.
Behold what hot
revenge he curdles in his mouth -- to spit
in beastly fashion on her hapless face!