When The Storm Comes To Kiss The Sea
I wait,
my surface soft,
pulling at the moon’s silver threads.
Your arrival is always sudden
teeth of thunder,
a kiss that bruises.
You are too calm without me.
I come
shatter, scatter,
rattle your bones,
turn your heart to froth.
I do not love gently.
Crash
we collide,
a furious embrace,
a quarrel,
a longing.
We tear each other apart
only to return again,
again.
Like two bodies who cannot stay,
yet cannot part.
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When The Storm Comes To Kiss The Sea
