Opening Day

Just starting the whole shenanigan. Opening with a poem (that;s a lie, these are just unstructured words.) scrawled in my notebook; using this as a place to put up writing and such scrawls anyway.
--
The night storm pressed--
Not only into my ears, but
into my flesh
and muscle
and sleep

Like heavy, cold fingertips leaving
Sweet, lithe, purple-blue, light prints
Gentle as a lover's palm-
Striking with iron.
The marks seep;
I find myself in disarray
Running from constant wind and motion
Your voice a buoy in this sea of distorted hallucination
That poets call dreams
There is a chaos in that rising wave!

We rest, suddenly
thrown at the shoreline.
You're like kelp to my legs,
Clinging, breathless, terrified.
I brush salt from my eyelashes
and we lay beached and baking.
Very quietly, alone, we're in unity.
Still, unmoving while we wait to drown in tide.
Our muscles ache from the swim,
Burdened by half-drowned fears
But we lie non-the-less
Still
Yes, yet still
Happy.
--

Hm. Not much a fan of the end.
That's all for this post.