To Love the Tsunami

It's been years    
Since the solitude and still waters of my body met his    
   
His social warmth and plummeting waves    
refreshing to my little puddle    
   
A saltless ocean I can't help but sink in    
   
I can still unearth admiration in observing him    
   
His weathered and adorned hot-glued framed glasses    
Their fragile state taken back again and again    
   
No matter how many times their nose-bridge spine snaps    
or its stretched arms loses the tiniest screw I have ever seen    
   
Despite how weak they appear, they still hold themselves together enough for him    
   
Loyalty in their destruction    
Steadfast in their love    
   
I unconsciously find solace in this    
His ability to find value in the fragmented    
   
A safety for the spine of my own    
Selfishly snapping under the pressure of the atmosphere and mind    
   
Patiently, I count his red sun kissed freckles    
How they litter his flesh so purposefully    
As if the sun painted its own constellations of gods and beasts    
   
The young crows feet that perch on his hazel    
And the blushing cheeky mountains that take flight in his smile    
   
With enough teeth shown for the both of us    
   
The peak of emotions I longed to explore and influence with my silly shadow    
   
Just to see them rise again,    
Like a dormant volcano full of more love than destruction    
Belly full of change    
   
I found a new religion in the sound and sight of his full body laughter    
One I could never trap in a painting or poem    
No god could touch him    
   
How deep its innocence must travels up from    
It captivates my pulse and quickens the will of my blood to sprint through my heart    
Every ounce selfishly trying to reach the surface he touches    
Desperate to pass through the vessel of my humanity to taste him    
   
Overwhelming to become a tsunami of a women when I was taught to fear the waves    
   
I reassure him    
This mountain, this ocean, this man-    
That he doesn't have to hold me    
   
Doesn't have to feel the weight of my thoughts on his chest    
   
Burdened with keeping me afloat    
   
I don’t what to encumber him with my dead skin    
I don't want to leave uninvited parts of myself with him    
   
Even as I offer my absence and honest tongue    
Setting fire to the driftwood in my bones, to illuminate my flaws and foibles    
In an attempt serve verity to the table    
   
He eats it    
   
This mountain holds my name in his mouth    
Rests his eyelashes tangled with mine    
Stores his thoughts and dreams in my hips    
Hides his fears in my pores to comfort my own    
   
Undresses my trust with modesty
Pulling my nakedness further from where I have always fought to keep it closer    
Closer to the home of sinkholes and inescapable canyons within    
   
I let the safety of my shore go    
I trust him to not abandon me in the drowning of this story    
   
In the open of a hungry sea    
   
I pray to the suns on his skin,    
that when the tsunami of lust and debris settles-    
He will still love me    
   
Offer me his warmth in my winters    
Feed me his belly laughter during my famine    
   
I pray to my dreams,    
That what the storms don't take    
   
What this storm leaves    
   
Will be, Us