boom
clap
the sound of my heart
the beat goes on and on and on and on
this isn't a beat
this is a thunderstorm
and I am a worm
being flushed from my home
from my place of safety and familiarity
by the flooding love
pouring from the sky
and drowning me slowly
i'm not ready yet
i shout at you but
you cannot hear me over
the boom of your
thunderous existence
i tilt my head back
and let the rain wash over
my body, feel it
soaking into my pores
cleansing my mind and
giving me energy
i will be ready.
for him.
and all the while
i was thinking that if people
were storms
i was a drizzle and he was
a hurricane
boom
clap
the sound of my heart
the storm pours on and on and on
