First, you'll appear as drops of water
I'll sense no peril in our first encounter
But the more I linger, the more I'll wonder
Why when you speak, I hear rolling thunder
Streaks of lighting in every conversation
You'll laugh and tell me it's only damn friction
Will I take that as an indication
No, one should not question the sky's intention
Your whispers will bring winds, first gentle then strong
I'll believe you when you say the captain's never wrong
My skin, a lone sailor, out at sea for too long
And your touches, tidal waves, telling me we belong
Your words turn to kisses, they will push, pull, and rip
But Tancred, I won't ever let go of my grip
Because when my name escapes your lips
I become a hundred sinking ships
Now, everyone with eyesight and who knows me will know that not even when hell becomes frosty will I ever be able to make a poem as awesome as this.
This was written by this dude here: /poem/765427/storm-boy/