His hair, soft between my fingertips.
Our foreheads are pressed together, skin pulled over bone.
I am glowing from the inside out; the sun is only an echo of my own illumination.
His warmth is mine, and mine is his.
A smile doesn't let out enough happiness, so I must share by kiss contact.
My heart is connected to my eyes, which are connected to his.
I am so safe, close as can be.
I am loved, I belong.
No longer floating in the dust.
Taste and smell, touch and sight.
Alluring, angular, soft.
Energy spins and bounces between the spaces.
I am his puzzle piece, a grin beneath his teeth.
A push, a pull, battling forces on the same side.
A lifetime in a single moment.

I would stand alone in the swelled, saturated silence,
My feet planted on the ground, my arms chained.
The dark clouds above would crack, corrode, and leak,
And the first few drops would fall and burn my skin.
The rain would come suddenly harder
And the first lightning strike would connect to my hands.
My whole body would hum,
Every fiber of my being, every cell, every nerve, electrified, and jangling.
I would not hear but feel the bass of the thunder,
Vibrating and intensifying the electricity streaming through my veins.
My feet, face, and hands would be numb,
And the rain would soak beyond my skin and bones to my heart and soul.
I would rattle my chains and as the electric viper retracted from its bite,
It would pull my soul and spirit along with it.
While my body is screaming to the gods,
My soul would take my pain and pierce the thick, stony clouds,
Putting all my force into stabbing the storm.
Then the chaos would pull in upon itself and would leave nothing.
The sky would be left as an open, cool gray,
And when my spirit aligns with my body again, my chains would be broken.
But still I wait here, gazing at the uneasy green sky.
A few strange drops fall,
But the clouds only continue to swirl and grumble to themselves.
And here I stand, alone in the layering darkness,
Waiting for the storm
That could be.