You, tempest, shudder
Grasp trunk, handful muscle
Direct me not, in violent tares
You, bit in my teeth, I’ll grind
Back arched, enduring
I bow to feet, not hail you

Weather tricks,
Feint purpose, liquid fancy
Shame, loathing, mount me
I’ll clutch back, nails sharp, severing
Black drape eyes, bear through leering
Palms clamp ears, my pulse loud

You’ll flee one thing
Black mold shrinking, sun
Silver seeing, bright, starched, succumb
Remnants, squirm
Thread a twine, lace myself
You are, gently, Mine, just as you had mocked me.