you are a tsunami,
the storm inside my soul.

your heart is like
a beating drum
(timpani, Indian, fierce)
and it fits smoothly
in the swell of my cheek,
while i press my ear
to your chest, and feel
the swift surging-swimming
of your blood as quicksilver.

i melt against
your volcano touch,
and my icy tears
stream across your skin.

(heat and cold
equate to a tornado,
but i know that you're

please stay tsunami;
your strength strikes me as