Poetry / What Storm is a Lady

What power has a wave,
the surf crescendos
crashing its tumbling hand
upon all alike,

what shock and thunder
a torrent of dark cloud
laden, steeped in fury,
flashes of its reproach and anger,

What power of lips and eyes,
her soft skin like clouds,
her voice, thunder upon my heart,
her eyes crash upon my small frame,

like a ragdoll
amidst the storm of her,
helpless, I relent,
torn asunder at her whim,

for she is a force of nature,
one I admire and respect
and in awe…
am fearful of.

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