Wind cleared fog

A Poem by Abraxasbird

After the fog

It began with a lean,
nothing overwhelming,
but the caress was
invited. The time that
has ticked by, was
apathy, stillness in motion.
Still, your lean grew heavy,
and soon, your burden
became mine.

I wasn't warned,
I was unprepared,
but still your caress
washed over my flesh.
Your kiss took
my breath away,

but now you slobbered
like a rabid dog.
Your intention
became obscured,
like a fog.

And, as you
bogged me down
and vented onto me
your breath was wasted,
I had grown weary
and careless;

and now
your attention
shifted from you to me.

Now the topic wasn't
your sorrow that billowed
troughs of dust into my eyes,
but how I am so selfish
with my time,
how you noted my paradigm,
my shoulders were
no longer suffice.

Now you wanted
my heart, and my mind
and while I defied
you began to whimper,

a breeze stirred,
your emotions
began to whirl
into a whirlwind,
and soon a torrent
unleashed,
and wouldn't let me
speak,

you were vehement,
and I tried
leaving
but your gusts, jests
enveloped and smothered me.

Still, I managed escape.
Now, when you call
I degrade your name.
Now, You're just another squall,
after all.