You’ve tried the water to drench your desire.
You’ve tried the calm to center your storm.
You’ve sucked the air to starve the fire.
And hoped the smoke with still the swarm.
But it’s been awhile since you looked for passion beyond your own.
A hurricane to spawn your tornado.
A flood to overwhelm your walls.
The fuel to light and sustain your fire.
And the queen bee to inspire your drones.