It might chase me down
along the pane like raindrops
licked by tongue
hung from the mouth of your moment
delicious and full of consequence.
The glass is half nothing
it is only dividing that element from this
your kiss, our passionate storm
was full of fear and atmosphere.
Bunker my affection
with the lock of your weak spot
crack, thunderous desire
show me what you’re made of
run you little tornado run like you do
and whip me into decision.
I will save myself.
Inspired by the elements of being human, Kate Bush and the 1850 Ivan Aivazovsky painting The ninth wave