Dances in Hurricanes' Eyes -- Lex_poetic

I think I'll start simply with a piece I wrote for my creative writing class (and integrated into one of my short stories on these boards). I'll be writing poetry as the semester goes on, and will add things as they materialize. I'm hoping not to integrate any of my old poetry--so don't let me.

"My word!" cried the sailor's daughter,
When she found me on the beachside;
Prostrate, unforgiving worship
Carried in by the bloody tide.
Then I woke, I coughed, I stuttered
"Fetch me a cloak so I can hide.
Hide, hide from the tragedy
And wait for the sun!"

She asked me how I got here
"I tried to crew a ship alone."
She said, "No wonder you washed up here,
Why, good sir, why did you postpone
Good sense for nonsense; your logic, sir, makes no sense."
"Mademoiselle, do you truly not know?
I fell in love, but I had to let go."

O Love—thou hath Murdered me!
Broken me and left me here to rot
I hope you're happy now, Love
But somehow I'm convinced you're not.
Love, this is my testimony,
Better listen closely 'fore I drop dead
On this forsaken beachhead in arms that are not yours
Come back to me, Love! I don't want anything
But sweet words and joy-birds and amity and intimacy
Love!—tell me you need me!
Thou hath stricken my heart and stolen my soul!