Tornadic
©2012, Olan L. Smith
You intensify my zeal for life,
When we first met you offered me variety
You piqued my consciousness with curiosity,
Unknowing acceptance would spring forth strife,
Collateral damage to those who
Dare near our collision.
We’re two forces diverse, a dominant attraction
Of northern and southern winds that blew
Desire, and scorching humidity hoists your sarong
And in a vortex of passion we are spun
Counterclockwise, a brutal gust whistles a song,
“Whirlwind on the Run.”
A peril to all who approach
But we are thus entwined knowing only
Our love and inner needs to henceforth be solely
One, which no others dare defy or broach.
