Volatile Waters

She reached out from
A congested room
Deliberately stuck out;
A sore thumb.
Which I then struck
Down undaunted
She soared above;
Undulating visceral
Motions, into me.

Calculated wiles;
Charcoal plumes,
Poured in showers,
With out stretched hands,
I gathered a pile.
In awe I lowered
The flood gate
As volatile waters,
Mesmeric and frenzied,
Drummed and surged,
Tympanically overwhelming.

Planned commands
Have always been
More impressive
Than notations.


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