You rise up in me like
a bolt of lightning
to my thorax
Born from the epitome
of my abdomen
Like rocks, molten
volcanic explosion
your disturbance brought
such corruption
then you were calm
Characteristics of a typical
storm, norm...
Do I blame.. No...
am I in pain yes...
Cannot pretend that
your wrath is not my own
vacant soul echoes
lost tenant empty home
violation, victimization
raided the infrastructure
Of our dwelling
couldn't resist loving
the beauty of your
tornado... Sweet salt
In his image made
Are we all....
I still noticed your rainbow
Now I've confessed the mess
the raging winds have caused
And am left to ponder the loss
Of you entirely and I am
defined just a postdiluvian
(C) logicalpoetist March 2010
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