Typhoon

I am the center of a magnetic pull, towards the northwest I venture. From afar I see a green, grayish coastline.
 Ah, I exclaim inwardly, this is the island they call Taiwan.
 "So, I've heard so much about you."
 She was silent. A silver mist rises from her curves of green.
"Do you fear me?"
Her shorelines are broken, violent waves crash angrily against the jagged rocks.
"No."
"But I am a hundred forces of death, I destroy."
"Then I will suicide into your arms of wind and rain...I fear you not."

Not one split of a second later were the words uttered, did I crashed my skull into her spine.

A Peacock of fame

Enlightened by a strip of mermaid blue.

A shimmer quivers in the wavering light.

Target of a happy incident.  Silver bullets of excited fish pelt my dark suit. 

Squeal like an infant. Squeal with joy. Lift up the sides of my pink full lips and laugh like Summer.  Let the northeast wind carry my mirth, to you.