It’s a candle at first. Delicate, lit with a slight flick of the wrist
Extinguished with an exhale
So I’m holding my breath
You talk to me of bad dates and good books
We laugh for hours and my smile stays up all night.
You’re going away and I will probably not forget you.
You’re back to entertain me with travel stories
It’s a campfire now
Game nights, long drives, gazing deep into each others eyes.
It’s bright, friendly, keeps us warm in the night
As we exchange ghost stories
A storm would kill it, so we take cover behind thin walls of oxytocin
It’s taking over now, raging over dead trees and taking live ones with it.
Its a forest fire, we’re twirling fast and burning up
Egos clashing against misunderstandings and emotions
I’m losing the battle for breath and control
Ever on the verge of running into the sea
You stand there with a gas mask and the faith for a summer rain
Waiting for me to drop my firehose or collapse from exhaustion
Today I wake up and it’s the sun
Kissing my face and yours as you sleep
It’s flowing slowly into our pores
Bonding us together with its golden thread
You awake and fold me into your chest
And I don’t know your heartbeat from mine
Now it’s the very eye of the storm, where we rest
In the certainty that it’s alive under the clouds
And that it will be the same tomorrow