Trashing, violent, 
roiling beneath.
I am the ocean in that way.
Unforgiving of the wants
of men,
home to a ruthless rage.

But you are the rock against
which I break.
Sending me back into myself 
with a quietness,
stark against
my nature.
Subdued gentleness,
though we both know that
lurks below. 

You are unwavering anyway.