When you meet the one you just know
I am frozen in my place and can
not move. Senses pitched,
roiled and ocean whelmed.
By your grace, i pictured us,
arm in arm, shored from harm,
placid as an inland sea.
But love unearths the quake
of me, forces floods and over-
flows, bursts banks, rents
and reaves, drowning
out finally, in the tidal ebb
of withdrawal. To think
in time, past this one
act, we both will turn. You,
to fester of flesh and serpent-
tongue scorn, croned in locks
and coils to strike and fang,
and me, too late to turn
and reflect on hate
that cast me as complicit,
turn instead to stone.
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