The Tides of You

Slight movements create

A slight abundance of hate

And still the movements concur

Gaining momentum

You being to stir

A flash of pain

A flash of ecstasy

A flask of love

Poured hot on bare skin

It burns

It sizzles

It settles

And it feels as though

Everyone else will come and go

Right through the burn

Each simply taking their turn

But what I’ve learned is this:

You cannot rejoice at the end

And still be willing

To do it all again