Days


Days when we were fire

Days when we were frozen flakes

Hot blood to the heart days

Days when veins were clogged with ice

I only fear not knowing what kind today will be.




'gain.


Her affection was lightning striking the volcano

Lava chasing after the flood

Said she liked how “I loved her quiet, while she loved back like a raging storm”

How we made beauty and chaos feel like the norm

She roped tornadoes with her bed linen

Whispered hurricanes into her pillows

Every night she drank rivers and lakes

To replace the waterfalls she shed the day before

Evenings, I lit one, hit one,

Bit one, fit one more in

Just one more 'gain…

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