Thunderstorms are nothing
to the lightning in your eyes;
the laughter in your gaze overpowers
any earthquake...
as you glance at me.
Once a tidal wave, now you're a tsunami,
and I wonder how it is
that I've been crushed in your waves
without noticing anything
but the slow spiral of bubbles
between us--
and the ocean's briny chill
on my damp palms.
Do you hear the tornado's howl?
Perhaps it is just echoing
from somewhere in my chest--
my toes tingle,
and a gasp rushes
like dust through the air.
In a hailstorm of seconds,
the ice chips at stone;
etching each feature of your face--
perfect lips parted,
brows curving
over lashes which frame
those perfect sea-storm eyes...
and then you turn away.
Again I'm lost to the clouds
in the rolling silence
and muffled thunder
of being everydayme.
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I've been trying to polish this for a while...I can't seem to get it right.
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I can relate to this so much. This really spoke to me.
This was beautiful.
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