the waves rushed about his soul
while i drifted perilously in the deluge
all the while wondering what monsters swam below

how badly i wanted to conquer this mess
this disastrous mess- lightening in his eyes
thunder in his voice

i knew that the blood of the gods
still pumped through his veins,
but i was still a woman adrift
(how the hell did i not drown?)

i longed to calm his tempest,
but i wanted to feel his rage just as bad
this was a crime

i almost always desire the blue seas,
the ones seen in magazines
but instead i found myself
living with a hurricane
who saved me