She walked the clouds of his turbulent demeanor and found a place of solace.

His ambiguous ways left her with uncertain hearts of pain that only he knew.

She was so asphyxiated with his love that she incarcerated her mind in his kisses.

Feeling the strong winds of his words she campaigned to the rain for swift judgment.

Hearing the coastal floods of his whispers in the night she drowned in the floodwaters of his lies.

His anatomy bestowed upon her illicit rivers of torment that allowed him freedom.

Her body raged within her from his skilled touches that left her reaching for more.

Her communication was procured with his silence; he danced alone with her tears.

Singing with inspiration she flourished with his time of absence of no more pain.

The shadow of her love was pictured on the moon with faces of disdain.

Running to his heart she found a heart of emptiness that engraved her tomb.

Searching the hills for his love she only found resentment of time that gave her a life of loneliness.
Her understanding in life came when she took her heart and walked above the storm.

Written by Theodore Mosley
September 13, 2017