By sweetness
Date: 2002 Jan 23
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Hurricane

Her love wraps around me
a hurricane
that sends me spinning
in dreams
and then back to earth.
The murky green of her eyes
mirrors the storm clouds
that collect and the static cling
of sex is the electrified air.
I love her,
love the whirling ride
the shrieking of her heart
as she fights her love,
she is as changeable as wind
she is frightened, skittish
thinks that if I touch her
with unfamiliar tenderness
that all her tight held control
will dissipate
and she will be diminished
to a subtle breeze.
She doesn't know you can't
change the wind
and that I love
to watch the storm.