Perfect Storm Poem by David Tallman

Grey skies come rolling overhead
As raindrops tumble towards the ground
The thunder rolls and lightning strikes
And his heart is a silent sound
She teases with her smile
As her lips twist and pout
Though she beckons him with her eyes
His mind is swarming with doubt

She said always and forever
They would lie entwined
But those words were a hooded man
Sharpening knife behind looming walls
His heart a candle’s wax
Melting slowly away from within
Only frigid cold can turn it hard again
Saved from mending hood and sickle

Perfect storms are hard to find
But with words blossoming from mouths
Now wrapped around another
It seems mine hath come at last
To engulf mind and soul
Writhing, rotting from below the quake