Sweet Hurricane

Sweet Hurricane 4/06/2011 1650 Hurricane season is about to start but it won’t last from June to December You are my hurricane, my natural disaster, my heart’s master The one that will last a lifetime without reason or rhyme The storm that will continually gain access to places I’ve never known But you know …you own…..Me Don’t you know what you do to me? Ripping things a part not once leaving things as you have found them My sweet hurricane, my natural master the one that never has to ask for My love Not the hurricane of bourbon but just as intoxicating just as revelating There are no preparations enough to sustain your strength Your powerful love I have nothing left …once You come down on me and destroy the peace that I try to maintain in my world There is no shame from you yet, No explanation from you yet On what you do to me Katrina, Gus, and others among us that have worn the name hurricane but They can’t compare to you Nothing properly describes who you are and what you are So I will just continue to call you My Hurricane, my natural sweet disaster The one that everyone wants to witness but no one can dismiss this Because…… You Are just that beautiful wind-full, timeless kick ass-ness Hurricane…my dear sweet Hurricane A majestic force of nature, A manual create-ure Developed out of the dust of mankind Molded into a timeless sculpture You will never be maintained or conquered No man woman or child will ever live up to your manifest More to come more to know more to reveal more to conceal And the wonderment of it all is that….. You belong to me My dear sweet natural disaster The one that will always be my master My Sweet Hurricane