You rode into my town
on the back of a tornado,
Tugging reins, pulling bit
into teeth, whipping wind.
The tempest tossed, you just rode harder,
Through this house and into me,
Making lassos of my veins, carving
clouds with your teeth on my skin.
The storm and you left and
people milled about the house,
Shaking heads, wondering aloud
"how them walls are still standing?"
It’s hard to understand until you realize
Maybe they just can’t bring themselves
to let go.