Looking out beneath black clouds at dawn
from a daze, it smells like rain too early
to do much good, yet I am cheery—
old friends returned, dark remnants
of a Mexican hurricane, precursors
perhaps to storms waiting in the wings
rehearsing lines, emphasizing pauses
and diction between thunder and lightening—
old flesh revived beneath a blanket.
drycrikjournal 
Nice wordplay with “foreplay”.
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Bravo! An enchanting entry in both image and sentiment. Thank you for sharing your work.
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Another one for my spouse.
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