"

(the prelude)

he had said once-
you are a storm,
dangerous to get close to,
but so beautiful i have to try.
and i laughed

I. the calm

you are lightning
still behind my eyelids
and the burnt smell of you
well, it lingers
even when you’ve gone

and a buzz in the air tells me
just to wait-
you’ll crash through my too-warm air again

II. the crash

but no matter how few the seconds are
between you and the thunder
i don’t remember how to grab hold anymore
i don’t know how to let myself

how to be swept away
to what it’s like when you’re around,
bright and bright
your smile
the warmth of a hand on my back

III. the remainder

you’re a storm
while she’s my sun.
and i can not believe that
you looked down from your place in the sky

and thought
i was beautiful enough
for your rain clouds.
me, the undeserving land,
parched and conflicted.

(the epilogue)

i laughed
but now as i sink deep into my hips
i can hear the thunder

torn to pieces
with just a torrent or two

"

— shipwrecked - the study of rotating bodies