I remember the first time we met;
you were a lightning bolt that
stricked a fire in my heart
they were dark days,
I was resting on the shoulders of
hopelessness, dancing with a two
left footed devil
it took me less than a heartbeat
to trust you, to test the water,
the wild white waves of my madness
nuzzled into my neck, as if
God himself had designed for
our spines to lock
man of the stars, wandering
the skies to find me, a held out
hand pushing though the galaxies
that tie us to reality, to longing
roaming far from my chest. An
empty cage where fishbones
rattle,
I pray for rain, for thunder,
for the slightest sign of you.
I am not soft and warm,
I am calamity, child of the
night, woman of the Earth
holding an entire universe
between my teeth
and waiting, wild eyed and hungry
for your electric
kiss
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
I remember the first time we met;
you were a lightning bolt that
stricked a fire in my heart
they were dark days,
I was resting on the shoulders of
hopelessness, dancing with a two
left footed devil
it took me less than a heartbeat
to trust you, to test the water,
the wild white waves of my madness
nuzzled into my neck, as if
God himself had designed for
our spines to lock
man of the stars, wandering
the skies to find me, a held out
hand pushing though the galaxies
that tie us to reality, to longing
roaming far from my chest. An
empty cage where fishbones
rattle,
I pray for rain, for thunder,
for the slightest sign of you.
I am not soft and warm,
I am calamity, child of the
night, woman of the Earth
holding an entire universe
between my teeth
and waiting, wild eyed and hungry
for your electric
kiss
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