anthropomorphic
Title: Hurricane Season
She shouted against the wind.
A fierce bluster generated by
the force of his personality.
He could not hear what she was saying.
He did not know her voice was
lost in his stormy furor.
She wanted him to expend himself
against her shores, typhoon giving way
in time to speak her needs.
His maelstrom did not calm.
He lashed her rocky coast with
unwanted intensity, destructive.
She was damaged, not beyond repair,
but damage still was done.
Desires drowned, flooded, washed away.
His whitecapped swells will find
another land to crash against. Will he
shed his vortex, and listen to quiet words?
There will be no rest with another
until he can rest himself;
make the eye of the storm-all there is.
She shouted against the wind.
A fierce bluster generated by
the force of his personality.
He could not hear what she was saying.
He did not know her voice was
lost in his stormy furor.
She wanted him to expend himself
against her shores, typhoon giving way
in time to speak her needs.
His maelstrom did not calm.
He lashed her rocky coast with
unwanted intensity, destructive.
She was damaged, not beyond repair,
but damage still was done.
Desires drowned, flooded, washed away.
His whitecapped swells will find
another land to crash against. Will he
shed his vortex, and listen to quiet words?
There will be no rest with another
until he can rest himself;
make the eye of the storm-all there is.