What It Took To Bloom [Poetry]

Storm

I know what its like. 

To be grounded by sight 

Your eyes are the color of a grassland 

The lashes, the texture of the earth

I feel the wind on the tip of your finger 

As you caress me 

And harass me

In places that has only been touched by air 

I yearn as I churn 

Out the typhoon that blows my minds 

As you blow my mind 

All of it 

And all of me 

My oxygen gleefully skips from my lungs 

They wave goodbye 

And join the wave that rise 

My body and 

My mind and 

Stop The Time 

I take back what was mine 

I draw the breeze, and they reluctantly settles back into me 

Into a heavy rain 

On my chest, on my face 

As I lay there, once again 

In the grassland 

On this earth 

Waiting for the storm again