OUR OWN STORM

I want to see clear

that which is lonely

drops of rain remain

on your face only.

Not downtrodden or

beaten by light reflect

your eyes that are on

me have great affect.

Mine they are not

of the usual sort.

They to my mind do

not at first report.

My heart’s battalion

pushes me then shoves

from the air all fair it

and we complicate love.

What have the years

done to me I see clear

I want to hold close

all I hold so dear.

Panic I do I’m manic

for I can not rewind

a heart that beats fast

because of your mind.

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