if hail came
crashing through my window
and broke the skin down to the bone,
would you hold
your fist open,
liken the day to
me
and turn the
sounds to mortar stone by stone?
if my glances turned tornadoes
and i set my
sights upon the sea,
would you own
the flagrant might to
hang on tight,
ride out the
tidal wave to me?
the bat’s flown
from his cave,
the beast scared
to his nave,
you ride the
wave,
ride the tidal
wave to me.
if i were the
boom and you the mast,
would you swashbuckle
the stripes
upon our net to
cast,
would you make
it last?
ride the tidal
wave to me.