Cataclysmic

I see something like fire making way
in a pathway through the day..
Setting itself a part from the heart and set in
solid clay. Like art it sets itself like beauty refined and
sculpted...there is something Cataclysmic,

Like gold to to be purified...
Like diamonds reflecting in your eyes.
Somewhat spas-matic, a reflection and refraction
gripping back traction as I fell a bit asthmatic.
Your nothing like another...your Cataclysmic.

Like destruction and creation...a unique sensation.
your Cataclysmic...

I watch you from afar. Always. Your beauty shows in shades of grey
piano keys to show you care. heart broken from men who dare.
You are Cataclysmic.

I have set myself aside..not for any special occasion.
Like some foreign abrasion ready to be exposed.
Like a fine jewel your beauty revealed
Cataclysmic.

Death and destruction, creation...production.
You are Cataclysmic