Our Hurricane
Gales and gusts,
cyclones of mistrust-
tempest abhor,
our twisted lust.
Squalling wind
gone insane-
since you've left,
my life's a hurricane.
Wretched wailing,
sleet and hailing-
fervid moments...
this idle bailing.
Vile storm,
unsafe and warm-
bitter weather
in late September,
your hurricane is
all I remember.
for when we met our stars aligned,
and in a glance our love defined-
we are beauty and passion combined,
but now you're gone...
a hurricane designed.
September 12, 2017
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