"Two swirling storms peer at me from far away,
A sea of pale cream, touched with browns and greys.
A pinker cream touches my skin as the storms momentarily vanish,
And warmth fills me from within my tiny core.
I know I am nothing compared to this power,
Easily crushed like a toothpick before a storm.
Still it treats me gently, as a darling kitten newly born,
And keeps me safe and warm.
It wraps itself tightly about me, a snake of a galaxy protective,
And pulls me close and ever closer to its silky perfection.
No crevasse goes untouched or inspected by the storms' curiosity,
Gentle while excited, as though I would break.
A light touch sends chills along my body
To which it readily reacts, the eager, excitable puppy.
My extremities belong to it and Its to me
And I soon give in to the extasy this foreign creature gifts to me."

-Untitled, by Christyna McMahon
This is the poem I was telling you about on Saturday, Brad. What do you think?