Your tired. I get it.
Honey, I am too.
Waves of emotion are breaking over me and the irrationality of your words spray, stinging my eyes.
Here I stand. Wave after wave.
Until you have exhausted your tempest.
Wrecked we lie side by side, curve in curve,
And the scent of your hair, like sun-baked hay, fills
My brain with ecstasy.
So tossed were we just a moment ago yet now we lie quite peaceably.