the caress of shattering light

fear, desire, and beauty
breathing fire
and brittle air
tasting ozone with our souls

I sensed what was coming
a primal fear
an omen
of a spirit tightly coiled
eyes peering from the storm

to turn back from anger
burn down the words
the cuts too deep
our eyes too full of clouds

fire from our hearts
seeking each other's throats
reveling in the ruins
our world full of chaos and pain

that we might hold once more

the unbearable softness of lightning