Weather The Storm
by Jeremy Ambrose Brookhart
Waves crash down on the beach of the soul,
A result of the high tide of emotions.
Lightning strikes the heart with a glancing blow,
This the symbol of passions love.
An eruption takes place not unlike a volcano,
Leaving behind the magma of lifes creation.
There is an avalanche flowing through the body,
Ah the release of the shouldered burden of lust.
Settling is a front that brings calm and relaxation,
Finally the cycle has reached it's full circle, it's fruition.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
