Overwhelmed (Poetry)

You are the torrent — you are the flood
that rages through darkness —
it does me no good
to sit at my window and plead with the night
to save me from drowning
when reason takes flight
and I clutch at such fragments —
elusive — in vain —
I am swamped by desire —
flounder weak in my pain.

Your waters are fickle — the currents run deep
your tides swarm like armies
to conquer my sleep —
you are the tsunami that sweeps up my beach
to ruin my castle
and ravish my peace —
fill me with wild
and impossible dreams
that haunt waking thoughts
’til reality seems

like a land I’ve abandoned — divorced from all sense —
I’m drifting and cold —
I reserve no defence —
my room has dissolved in a rolling sea mist
and you dampen its folds
with the ghost of a kiss
while the drum of your heartbeat
sends shivers of dread —
my skin pale and porous
resists your sea bed.

It’s freezing — this blackness — this whirlpool I’m in —
I’m swooning from ecstasy —
soaked in your sin —
all the old inhibitions —
emotions dammed fast
have burst like a thundercloud —
set free at last...

I give in to the elements —
all my sails torn —
I sink — overwhelmed
like a ship in a storm.