We Need To Talk

With such wasted passion
you assault my landscape
my home
do you not know
I need no further convincing

And what of the defenseless
those erosions of the past
now roiling in your cyclic pleasures
forever destined as reminders

Such memories must endure endless bombardment
further breaking of stalwart heart
even as effort prevails to shelter
its weakened resistance

And what of your resolve
the carnage you leave behind
once adrift atop your tempest torn
now but scattered remnants of what was

Our tears meld
forever of flow

Be strong you say
your paternal angst
spewing forth
your orifice of froth
remaining as spittle upon my cover

But I understand

Beneath your aggressive nature
the womb of our birth longs to procreate once more
endlessly reminding Life's ebb and flow
of infinite mystery
of tides unknown

Heated passion does cool with time
leaving behind spires and citadels to remember
knowing time fractures Matter's will
delivering even more the jagged truths
awaiting your whips of taming

For together we are destined to abide Memory's tenacity
even as our strength
erodes
weakens
and breaks apart

We are the Rocks
The Sand
And we know your Ocean only too well

Calm your discontent

We need to talk