She was a (force of nature) and had only the vaguest ... until

She was the reckoning    
In God’s eye
 
And she came before his moment  
Not unlike    
The clamshell breathing
That exhaled enough    
Of gritty debris  
And salty waste    
To stir warm waters to rise  
 
A momentum growing    
From one minuscule  
Molluskular  
Involuntary reaction    
To his “pain in her mask”  
Pure no count dumb fuckery  
 
A momentum that would rise    
And fall  
To onslaught    
Tidal wave effects  
 
And land  
(An understatement at the very least)  
Onto his his psyche  
(She sees dumb fuck beach)    
And leave in tatters  
 
Browned and dimmed  
Once fresh pressed    
Buttoned downed to tanned flattened  
navel  
Supremely white cotton shirt  
And smirking logo stitched on it  
 
And she would grin  
Clamshell wide  
At how his smile once matched the smirk    
Of the perfectly put and odd little logo    
That sat    
(almost mocking her)    
Upon his white shirt  
 
But now due to  
The much needed exhale    
(Involuntary Molluskular removal of little more that bits of would be shit)  
 
Had left him only the expression    
Of purely God Smacked