history calling; future spawning

a storm beckons
and I look for you.


these hands
seek comfort
in protecting
you.


but,
with head
layed down
on
soft, rounded breast,
i surrender,
drowned
in power primordial.


lend me
your strength ma’-
let us roar once again
and show
them
how deep love can go.


a storm beckons
and we look to one another.