The Powerful Still

sound, the silence you make
fury, wind braids through wicked trees
reach and scratch skin red, skin torn
delicious need

dreadful beautiful power
climbing, crescendo, crash
still yet stunning the buffering wind slaps my face
assaults skin red, skin raw
visual slow
trance

my heart pulled into the rip
reaching to tear the tongue
suck my breath
pulse sears through veins
tourniquet, skin red, skin coursing blue
earth shakingly still

your brown eye
and that one too
I am on your raping wind
all of this, and love in the powerful still
of your eyes
skin red, skin new
clean ripe, I am of a vicious heightened view