I am disaster or of its kind. 
A hurricane, a mighty rain 
A billowing storm, a lightnings pain. 
I’m a scar, a sillouette 
A lighter mark in a tortured soul 
A bent out shape in a twisted mould 
I am but decay, carrion, dismay 
You are but here, not there nor mine. 
You are but a fever on my mind. 
A threat of joy, of love of lust 
A painful trigger of my trust 
You are but a curse i beg to reach my lips 
a gentle heartened lift of a kiss 
you make the day seem longer just to hold on to your hand 
hold the moment, make it last, make it stand. 
Capture a memory i want you to hold. 
Please come and don’t leave, don’t let go.