Hurricane

I am a hurricane
Born on a stormy night
With the heavens wailing
Hell not aware of my
Future plight

I am the calm center
The swirling outlander
Winds whirling
Upheaving every pretender

A crashing wave
Tender shore
Craggily rocks
Hidden core
Tearing out the calm
Leaving in my wake
An alarmed
Outstretched palm

A hurricane
A slapping cane
On your
Closed
Shuttered
Windowpane
Watching the
Fake righteous
Kneel in shutting eye prayer
A hurricane
With tornadic winds
Such a drastic pair
Hearing the weak
Silently wonder
Why I was even there

Pink Petals

It's a tight, closed bud
that he gently
methodically
persistently
works to open
He brings a burning fire
all without the ire
Lips of a honey bee
to softly tease
Aching out the
Pleasure please
2 vines open
allowing him in
A candle all aglow
in his
roomy den

Tuck You In

Here in my pages
Folding, warm verses
Shutting out life's curses
Slender arms reaching out
Wrapping 'round you
Enveloping tenderness
Gently smoothing out
The creases on your forehead
Hushing each stress
For at least a moment

No Salvation

No salvation for me
Going down
One hand on my
Crooked crown
Licking my lips
Tasting the sweet
Salt of desire
Kissing the fire
Fingers linger
On your
Trembling belly
Taking you in
Taking your all
Such a husky
Throaty call
Beckoning
For your release
Your
Reckoning
Insatiable
I take more
Your core
A night to remember
The glowing ember

Kiss of Death

Toxic, sweet poison
Without thought
Or even simple resolution
Kiss your lips
Supple and pure
My incurable lure
Your words slipping past
My concrete lines
My thoughtful land mines
It's not on purpose
I push you away
Things of you
I don't easily understand
Standing on the outside
Looking in
I shout and shake your cage
In a thoughtless rage
In an attempt to
Explain all the love
That I simply have never known
That no one took the time
In my near and distant past
Has ever shown
I kiss your words
Hold 'em deep
Praying my poison
In you
Does not seep