♥♥♥ A Prayer ♥♥♥

I WANT MY LAST HOUR
TO BE A THUNDERSTORM
REPLETE WITH HAIL
WIDESPREAD POWER OUTAGE
AND YOUNG LOVERS
MAKING AN OPPORTUNITY
TO MAKE OUT,
TAUNTING THEIR CURIOUS APPETITE
INNOCENCE
TO THE SOUND OF AN OLD RADIO
RUNNING OUT OF BATTERIES
WHILE HER MOTHER
SHOULD HAVE BEEN HOME
BUT IS STUCK IN TRAFFIC
AND THE RADIO IN
THE CAR
BLENDS INTO THE DROWNING SOUND
OF THE RAIN CLOAKING ANY SUSPICION

IF THIS CAN BE ARRANGED,
THEN LET THESE TWO
NEVER SEE
THE PETRIFYING THINGS
I HAVE SHOWN MYSELF.