Egg Shells

My chest lay bare and open
As I find you in the kitchen
Standing there at the island
In all your majestic prowess
 
You wear my old t-shirt
And a red apron as you
make a special surprise
A birthday cake for me
 
Covered in flour, vanilla, chocolate
Egg shells scattered on the floor
You are the definition of a hot mess
Atomically beautiful...
 
The heat you give off radiates
Through the room, a cosmic anomaly  
It's honestly a surprise that this batter
Hasn't already baked into a cake
 
I'm curious at the heat
Is it passion that gives it breath
Or the feeling of anger and  
Frustration...
 
Leftovers from a spat the night
Before, a lesson I've been quick
To learn, for when you get close
To something nuclear, sparks are
Dangerous if left unattended...
 
Without a moment's pause I  
Approach you, unimpeded by
The egg shells slicing into my
Bare feet, penetrating me deep
 
My bloody footprints mark the
Floor, as I cling to your warm
Embrace, not knowing your
Reaction to my closeness
 
But fully prepared to meet
My end in a nuclear reaction
That will certainly end us both
For only together can we truly be
 
Atomically beautiful...