Poetry: Hurricanes

Hurricanes

Our souls are like blind hurricanes

Wild

Consuming

mere Humans crave such power

But we spin too fast

Nothing can hurt us

Merging

Together too strong to dissipate

I love like a hurricane

I pick you up in my grasp

orbit, merge, rage, caress, eat

Howl

Written April 2017

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