Mid-day and always storming.
Hail, but never hell.
There’s a sea of salt under my feet,
everywhere I step..
and I wish not to drown..
I’ll find myself...
Breaking icicles from the clouds to hold on.
My hands are bitten to burn by ice.
I’d be freezing, were it not for
an angel’s breath sweetening a warm tenderness
trailing upwards to whisper against my spine
only to rest within.
Finding solace against my cheek, a musical climb,
and my dear, you are so
Magically divine.
...in your arms.
Heart-slick rain.
it fell.
I will not drown,
but lash every precious drop,
sickeningly syrupy, sugar lashing
against my aching tongue,
allowing it to light a furnace inside
with the promise of at least one kiss.
The color of windshields colored rose
with heaven-spills. I pray you may not fly
away with wet wings.
The solemn song of hearts
sloshing, slicing, splashing precious
warming a winter-paled cheek to blush.
..and I mean not to shy away,
from the chords of the lullaby
that sing me every night to sleep.
You breathe, enough.
..and into you,
I’ve fallen..
..like I never have before.
You always help me stand.
Wrists and tips of fingers colored to match the lips
slicked wet of stained-glass & liquid lightning
shattered against my palms..
..when the sun shines off your smile
through tinted glass confines,
I let it warm my face,
knowing one day,
I’ll break through.
I love you. Always.
I pray, also, you may find refuge
in my heart..
..gracing my pulse your own from afar.
