Mourning Skies

The Storm that is Love

Trembling lips
Of a young person
Just experiencing the first taste
Of another
Held in the belief
They have quenched their thirst
For love
When all they have done
Is fueled the fire
Soon to spark inside of them
As their chapped lips touch the other.

Inconceivable
To match up the rush of euphoria
Flowing through every single vein
Becoming the oxygen to every cell
It cannot be measured into words
Only the tender caress
And perilous venture
Into what may result in heartbreak

And of course there is that chance
How could there not be?
What lingering voice in the back of my mind
Does not rattle my lungs
With tricking words
To trip me up when we meet our gaze.
Because how can I meet her eyes with mine
So unworthy of what she's shown me
My stormy seas to her shallow bay
And I hope the disease does not spread
The disease of longing
Or I will unravel loosely
Into a pile of ribbon on the floor
Where she can read every word
I so desperately suppressed
Hid from her wandering eyes
Seen me at my high
And I hope she never witnesses my low
Like the tides I change
And when the night comes to life
I shut down
And the fear I choked down
Comes up in waves
And I hope she never gets caught
In such a storm
As me