That look, the eyes
Focused, intent
Her the instrument
A concerto
She, the violin
You, the bow
The storm outside,
the orchestra.
Darkness wells
Engulfing
Muscles tense
The rage builds
A struggle for control
She is lost
The sting of the wind
Matches the crescendo building
Your hands playing her
Assaulting her body
Tears well
frustrations spent
Screaming crescendos
Still the storms rage
Through the darkness
You are there
Words settle
Eyes reach far inside
Soothing, comforting
Consoling, understanding
You rain down on her
Only to feel her slip away
Coaxing her back
Home to you
Her eyes calm
The storm has settled
Your eyes,
softened
The quiet patter of raindrops
Break the silence
She is engulfed in you
As you are her
Release





















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