Tumult

Waves crash the shore with power and grace
Disparate and weak when compared to your face

Your gaze demolishes me crushed
 like sand
I am demolished and rebuilt by your attention - tall I stand

My heart is like the sea infused with tumult and peace
Your touch mysteriously entices both - neither tumult nor peace cease

Your touch demands mine - I am compelled
Touching becomes union you are finally indwelled

Waves crash and they cease  they ebb and flow
Overtaking power like we have never known

Crashing and receding in ecstatic rhythm  since the beginning of the world until it’s demise - there is nothing comparable
Intimate - always comfortable