your eyes send signals forecasting a tremor. so i pull you close and kiss the cracks on your parting lips tonight. broken glass and land slides, tidal waves and ruined city, you taste like catastrophe waiting for a trigger. but no, i am not complaining. your mood may change like tectonic plates, drift apart and rearrange but never will i fear your unpredictable seismic waves. for this is a part of you i have accepted long before my heart began beating your name. you may shake my world to pieces, rive it with aftershocks and sinkholes, but for now let's turn off the lights. let me lull your troubled fault lines.