My Tsunami Poem by Samson Joseph

In the waking of a crescent,
shadowed by my moon's blossomed heart..
I awake unto clear gem shores
Crystallized eyes peer. 'Such beauty
Such beauty... beauty that blinds.'

You had spoken to—calm puddles,
supply mud to damper the kisses.
Times as these set our leveled tones.
Still, you kiss with your lips of filth
If only your mother stole kisses.

You had spoken that very night..
A night full of sorrowed tears that break,
unto my cherry wood flooring. Light
dances from the oak wood fire pit.
An atmosphere of broken hearts!

Her tsunami shall never cease.
Young woman of a hallowed tale,
she drowns, yet burns with tragic;
possum plays had played her. Only to
release.. Mother nature's blind fury.