Tantrum

You're 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 in repose and rest.