escapril

back to nature: a storm

there is a wind
that wails bloody wrath
and folds the sea in on itself
it dominates the horizons shape
swooping down to pick up earthy trash
and i heard that
the old man who busted his head
only wanted it to rain again
so i say let it rage
for my love is a roaring airspace
she's tempestuous and proud
with arms that move the poplar trees
and push me around
she's longing for a bit of a downpour
squalling in the summer humidity
Artemis hear her loud
for this wide eyed moon beckons my body
and it churns Pangaea's stomach
there is a wind that i love
and she killed the old man and the sea
i forgot how blustering she was
but, oh my love
i'd still let her kill me