I like the way those jaws set
when you are mad at me
mad with care, rage
and all that tea
Those moments when I err
but pride won’t let me plead…
There are workings of your lips
and intense mannerisms
Vulcan in those eyes
and the life he leads
There is something of magic
In your frenzied acts
The way you scream, you speak
then get eerily quiet
Like this raging storm
and the aftermath.