For C.

I didn’t know I was lost.

Not until you came and found me. I did not know I was to be found. That the best parts of me was scattered in a ‘lost and found’ box.  “Just breath” I heard you scream. My eyes and ears were filled with the storm of the rain, the pain and the pleasure in a sequence forgotten by the puppet masters of this fate, of this life. I lunged out of this sleep, out of the cold into you, mud falling in harden broken pieces to the barren ground as my existence cracked open. I collided so hard into your being that our blood cells exploded into a symphony of red, dancing across two bodies, a solar eclipse of one soul forming. Symbols on your body would lay the course of what this will be built from: water, earth, fire, wind and a whole galaxy filled with combustible love bubbles. A passion so volatile, palms burn and burn to touch and ache to feel. And it does. It does ache to feel, to touch and the rooted burning grows deeper as the fire within spreads with the wind into the core of this earth into the water and yet, the water does not cease the fire. It encourages it into flaming waves which crash on through, through our veins, through wild hair dampened by the sweat and rush of everything to come.  Blazing trails of beautiful you and beautiful me.

In these violent clouds of midnight confusion and a warped heart- words and sleepy thoughts, I go sit at the window where you found me. This window has no view of yesterday.. only tomorrows and I see you… The most beautiful creature in my world.