Cyclone To Me Poem by Mary Lyle

Cyclone thou art
Encompassing a force to peel back layers ghastly congealed
Soulful lifetime imprisoned behind skins leather tough
Seeping, embedding poroused heart
Trickling within, stream of you neverending
Passion deeply innate, hunched in the corner of a dampened soul
Unwound and uncoiled, about to strike;
Serpentine slithering vertically, slowly; legs ascending
Dampness to adhere
Tree of sweetest sap; A maze willful in which to be lost
Fiery lips, silk soft; jetting tongue of aspiration enters a portal majestic
Hands scrolling, violating a physique pale and pure
Burning rage engulfing two souls made one
Cyclone to me, swept away....