you are a whirlwind, a storm
subsiding unto itself, crashing unfolding
its wild tendrils reaching out to bite,
oblivious to
the beauty they create
the void at your core speaks static,
darkening your edges, painting black
the corners of your vision; entranced, you listen,
enthralled, you give in
unaware, you wrap the waters around you,
dancing in their centre with spasmodic grace
everything you touch turns to
just what it was before it knew you
but touch me, and i will freeze
to keep the memory forever
