Natural Disaster

November 21, 2011
Just like a whirlwind,
You swept me up
And pulled my away
By the hand.
Lost my sense
Of direction,
Just floating in
Your presence.

Drawn to your fire,
You make my skin
Burn in the heat
Of your gaze.

Like a flood,
You wash away my
Inhibitions, tear down
The pillars that I
Cling to.

You are my personal
Natural disaster,
Taking down my guards.
So now I’m here
Waiting
For my rescue crew,
But that seems
To be you, too.





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