Not many see the lightning which arises,
It comes when she tilts her head just right,
The sun enters her stormy blue eyes,
And lays an egg soon to explode in a streak of light.

She was my new cloud, my new nimbus,
Before I even knew what was happening, I flew,
I sailed under a new mast, never doubting,
My body was so used to pain, this was new.

Could love exist without ache?
Could a vampire thrive without the stake?
Could hearts pump without any death?
Could lungs breathe without stolen breath.

-I don’t know when. (Before December 15th but after the 12th)