In twisted tongues of flushed cheeks
pretzeled limbs weaving clean through, seeks
From struggles a kind of beauty grows, explodes
a resilience as pure as the primal snows
And from this beauty a truer self is shown
new perspectives form
emotions still a little storm
mixed with gentle breezes of the norm…
Some nights filled with lovers adorned
I just close my eyes and take it all in, as the waves ripple against and around my skin…
Like raining daggers from up high, why must you poke at my main eye
