red spot romance, that is what we would share.
we, consisting of chaos, burning bright,
spinning rapidly; dizzying despair.
clutched in our arms, we are harms way.
creating winds, stirring rains, causing pain;
one, a catastrophe from worlds away.
all logic removed, all sense would be slain;
a love so deadly it remains in space.
so we would destroy, though, too, we'd create
a world all our own, dignified with grace.
this storm is our white picket-fence and gate.
whipping and whirling, winding 'round and 'round;
earth could not handle our feet off the ground.
