Turbulence

There is a storm brewing in my coffee
Ivory billowing of bleach
Not Cream

This is a darker place
Pulled in by the hem of my shadow
Into a sweating seam

You cannot hide your displeasure
From the one who makes love to your body

Sensing tension in the beautiful cascade of steps
I know something is wrong
Like a composer hearing a key out of tune
Suddenly all the scales are compromised
Carving off pieces of heart felt composition

Find me in a soft gaze
Fold your fingers into mine
Leave weakness by the wayside
Hold me with courage to unite