storm

Into Tempest

they set off
into the storm
sail unfurled
and mast bending

it was time
to travel
through passions
and passion
is tempest

But

but
when I turned away
life refused
to stop
it sped upon me
like every storm
I slept through
and demolished
what I was

Night Storm

The night was a woman
Screaming and clawing
The storm was a man
With passion like rage
They made love
In blinding furies
And this obliteration
Of land and people
Is their climax

Autumn

Her spine bent back
Like a reed
Before the will and weight
of passions
Made supple
By eyes like rain
And a voice
Of autumn storm

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