His eyes met hers
and then he knew
it was checkmate.

That's not romance
In the air, my darling,
Not romance at all

It's the tension,
The fear, the scarring
All waiting to fall.

And if I make one
Wrong step, then I'm done
Your invisible cloak
Hides me well

Meanwhile I'm trying hard
Not to step on the shards
Of my heartbreak.
In that I excel.

I find love in the flowers,
Little petals of sunshine
Smile at me from between thick leaves.

I find love in the clouds,
Flowing feathers and cotton candy
Watching over me sweetly, shielding me from the sun.

I find love in the wind,
The gentlest gust
Asking kindly to see my face between my curls.

I find love in your grin,
Bright ivory between pink cushions
And in them, the essence of all that is good.

-Everything is still.
-The world stopped.
-Your breath is grey,
-And your soul too.
-The chains are weakening.
-In a day or two they'll break,
I'm sure of it.

-What color do you think the sky is today?
-I don't know.
I miss you so.

I want you
To be rough with me
In the gentlest way.

I want you
To pull me apart
And make me whole.

I want you
To dominate me
As your equal.

I want you
Animalistic
Yet so incredibly human.