Cataclymic Lover's Spirit

Cataclysmic Lovers Spirit, Love, lover, you arrive and tame the wild spirit inside, Set the pace, it slows to a walk to observe and feel and look and notice, Drops of dew on a rose petal, Pink sunsets sets, high above in a sun punched sky over a shorn green David Hockney lawn, Cool glasses of clear perfect water quench a thirst, And mammoth plates glass windows reflect our youthful smiles, And our wild spirits slow to love, a simmering boil They unfold graciously, kindly, admiringly, And time remakes space, Entropy changes landscapes, city-scapes, and topography And you and me, And the spirit’s restless, The spirit sets a marathon at sprinters pace, Seeking solidarity in the wilderness as the rain sets in, Lichen covered blackened, branches and brackish water slake you now, You arduously seek thunderous storms in stretches of cold cruel terrain, And your spirit tumbles in long dark stretches of formidable mother Nature, once you crashed into me, like thunder, once you pulled away from the wreckage Stretching your spirit like a Giacometti bronze, A spirit as Forlorn as Femme aux Bras Croisés bereft of Joy simple joy such as dew on a rose petal.