My gentle tsunami,
Drown me in your perfume.
Choke the words from my lungs with a glance,
A soundless, soaked mess left in your wake.
Kissed by a tornado,
What is this hurricane but hot breath and lipstick?
To claw at my walls, grasp at my roots,
And tear me from my foundations.
Earth splits at your name,
Command my balance with your tremors.
Leave no logic unturned in your shaking violence,
I am buried in the rubble of my man-made peace.
As your waves break,
On the shores of my island.
I do too shatter on the rocks,
Carried by a current I do not resist.
Beat me,
Choke the life from my eyes with your strangling words.
Drown me,
Gasping for sense under the depth of your spell.
Sweep me,
Leave my feet flailing for common ground in your tempest.
Shake me,
Erupt my steady foundation with your wavering judgment.
Do unto me all this,
Burn me alive with a glint of a smile.
And yet I will wonder,
Can one tame a storm?