Marina And The Rumble Poem by William Greco

the Storm rages in your hair
made of sand and lovely gold dust,
crabs and camellia

surge on, delicate
you're born like this

the Storm rages over the contours
of your body suchlike swallow's
made of amber and pearliness
and quicksilver tinge

now surge on, delicate
you are the Maelström

the Storm rages through your
fingers like honeysuckle rods
and late at night
I'll be your mirror

so surge on, delicate
'cause you are the Maelström