Maelstrom

Where is my love
on a night in August
when a hurricane rages
within my soul

The strike probability
is off the chart
the seers unable
to still my misgivings

I alone face the maelstrom
and gasp for a breath
in the drowning force
of need

I've never been without your grasp
but the pull is lessened
by intent
and you see beyond me

I've wrapped around your legs
and weeping
ask only that
your last kick free me