The Mistral
The tide lingers low
The sky slumps to meet her
The two so handsome in their courtship
But they bicker and they bully one another
As do you and I
With each ragged blow
Upon the others meager ego
One belittles, one rebukes it
You’d think they’d be fit to pack it in
But such a love will never die
The two wrangle on wearily
They follow the curves with the palms of their hands
The duo digress into wantonness
Seething and singing, their mutual need is unmatched
While she talks, he considers their communion,
...He cannot say but she knows, his heart is for her
I belabor this love voluntarily
I slip up tremendously but spread my heart wide; like a fan
He makes demands and I acquiesce
With a barrage of soliloquies which I have dispatched
If we were not so committed to this union,
…. such impassioned discord would never occur
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