Banging

He's love’s anvil Banging beauty with propellant power Bends no ear for mercy-- Body batters tempo hour after hour. He's love’s anvil Dashing dreams into the dust winds whirl them high as clouds roll by Never pausing --- rhythm raging rhythm hour after hour like the cadence of the sea drowning men are history Hammer pulverizing-- Ferocity in nature can't be taught like a crazy tiger that can't be caught He's love’s anvil Seeming harmless with no outward hazard sign-- Beckons with a cold-beat Fear and joy now intertwined. Throbbing is love’s anvil Elemental altar of no second chance Sparks are remnants soul-burned-- whirligig of ashes spinning in the dangerous splendid dance. He's love's anvil. Button up your lip. This is not a story of romance. V, Anderson-Throop©2015