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he vouchsafes you

an empty smile as of someone

just bested in an argument

outwardly mild but at heart

dangerous as a cornered animal.


his beauty’s that of the wild

windswept coast.

he’s possessed by momentum,

seizes life by the throat.

his eyes whiplash

defiance into submission.


lacerated by the flashing

blades of passion,

you lick your wounds

behind a locked door.

his gaze can laser through defences,

sear through to the marrow.


but when the rage relents,

the calm after the storm

makes you sigh like a weary traveller

who’s turned his head for home.