Wrapped around your little finger

You stand imperiously,  
keenly ignoring the weight  
of my constrained shivers,        
set determined on resentment.        
Seeping with venom        
your accusations lie low.        
While your bright eyes burn  
self righteousness,        
you hold hurricanes      
in the depths of your iris'.      
Let us find shelter.  
    
Set the shells of the fallen alight        
with your ice/fire demeanor,          
watching red skin blacken.          
I am all water,        
you are St.Moon inflicting        
agony by dynamic waves.        
These waves live for you:        
drowning faith, submerging hope.        
I live for you too.
       
Vehemently struggling;        
wrapped around your aged fingers,        
one tug and I snap.        
I despise your smile        
and yet I need it to breathe,        
begging: 'set me free'.        
A tightly winded up power  
behind commands hides slyly.    
Till it charges forth,      
a tsunami falls.