I can’t
defend

that moment
when

the perfect
storm

forms

white capped swells
rise with the tide
inside
my mind

and
surge between
cracks
in clarity

Currents of
alleged
lust

pour

in lyrics

throughout
my veins

the pain
promise
and pleasure

perhaps real
or wicked

rush
into reality

I let go

I write

No longer
thought

now said
and read

whispered
evermore