Torrid Cradle Poem by mary ann

In the darkened depth of the heart's stormy sea,
Where love and hatred twist and roar,
I am a tempest, wild and free,
Torn between the shores.

A furnace burns beneath my chest,
With every glance, every caress,
A tender wound, a cruel jest,
In this tumultuous mess.

Your name, a prayer on my lips,
A curse, a promise, a yearning's kiss,
With every touch, our souls eclipse,
In anguish and in bliss.

You are the spark that lights my night,
The tempest I can't quell or flee,
A paradox of dark and light,
Bound in this fierce decree.

In this fractured love's embrace,
I find the echoes of my own disgrace,
For you are both the pain and grace,
The fire and the coldest place.