celestial

Hurricane

you found a home within the reach of my arms and the span of my lips

i found god in the warmth of your skin and and the acceleration of your heartbeat when i rested my head to your chest

you are gone now. it is the same as it was before.

you have told me that my freckles are stars and that my hair is as black as wormholes, peering into nothing and everything. you have told me that my eyes are nebulae, you have taught me that i contain galaxies within my palm; i hold the base of life in my hand with lines that span like roots

you were a hurricane. you whipped through this town faster than lightening, raging at everything and nothing and you were angry. you were always angry; never around me. you spun me around that night in the moon light and i stepped on your feet and you laughed it off.

you are gone now. it is the same as it was before.

the wormholes have shifted from my hair to deep inside my gut. this wormhole has been eating me alive from inside out. this wormhole is killing me and will not stop until there is nothing left.

it is okay though. you're in america now. you are happy. you have a new girlfriend. her name is artsy and she's a dancer and she's exciting.

i met a new boy today. he is angry too, but he doesn't hide it from me.he hides it from the world.

he is a storm, like you. but he is so much more different. he is like lightening riding on the waves of clouds and rain. he is to be admired but never to be touched.

He finds a sanctuary in me. one that i still do not understand; one that i will never. he is a distraction from you. soon, he will leave me too. i don't know what i will do after. you have taught me that

i am a shelter for the storms that find a home within me