Beauty Loves The Beast~ Judith Shaw

As I sat on the porch at 2 in the morning, a mighty storm passed through the landscape around me- crashing into the primal tempest boiling in my soul.

This poem is the result…

The Rage

Rain driving through concrete
Wood, trees, and asphalt
Thor’s mighty hammer rattling
All life shivers to a halt
Lightning cracking fragile air
Splitting angry skies
All the while, the beast paces
Fire growing in his eyes
The storm screams and rages
He begins a searing howl
Tearing at my widespread ribs
Your name is his growl
You have opened his cage
Sniffiing through ozone
Looking past wind bent trees
Snarling ’cause you’re the one
Some would say lightning struck
In a very bad way
But I say let the primal beast live
Let him have his day
Through his storms and boiling rage
His being makes me alive
He belongs to only you
From him, you can’t hide
His eyes aglow with lightning fire
There’s thunder in his chest
Your name bellows like pounding rain
He comes for you from the west.
Take and soothe the mighty being
Purr to him, make him melt
While he claims you again and again
Only you know the ache he’s dealt
Rain, wind, thunder, and lightning
Primal screams and love making chills
The beast must be allowed to rage
And soothe your rain, make it still
I am he, and his storm is yours

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