My love, my storm
Your presence calms me like April showers..
.. I've always loved the rain..
Like you, it can be gentle.. each drop frames my face and reminds me of the gentle caress of your hands on my cheek bones..
..they travel down my jawline.
Like you, it can be angry.. and consumed by turmoil as it crashes furiously down on me like it would against fragile glass. Your eyes.. oh your eyes speak far more words in silence than your lips ever could, as they are able to take the form of whatever you are experiencing on any day- When you are sad they speak of your sorrows.. and when you are joyful they sing of your happiness.. when you are writhing in anger I sometimes mistake your water for fire. Whether it be soothing waves lapping at a sandy shore.. or threatening tidals beating down entire buildings.. I want to get lost in it.. I want to throw myself into what I fear most.. The darkness of the oceans you hold within you. I want your undertow pulling me beneathe the surface and offering me no escape or rest.. I want to forever be adrift in your tide and submerge in your love. It's ironic. You, what I fear most, seem to be my deepest desire. Be my rain. Be my dark water. Let my fear be the very thing that saves me. My darling, my friend, my lover.. my storm and my lull.. be mine.. always