maritime
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.
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I adore this imagery.