Eucatastrophe

They called me a hopeless romantic

because I waited

Patiently and with conviction

To witness the one for my soul.

And when I did,

I found

that he is like the earth

my world.

Let me explain.

He is carved from the arduous terrain of mountain summits

Welded from the copacetic manipulation of the universe.

Behind the seas of his eyes is a storm

Brewing in his mind.

I couldn’t help myself, as I fell

Like grains of sand through a loose grip

Into him, on top of him

and dialogue became obsolete.

Like on trees, his hands vine up my limbs

a steady grip on my thigh

Against my neck, his lips

Touch like flames licking my skin

I arch my back, he pulls me in

Inhale his energy, havoc on my heart.

How are we not a catastrophe?

Because distance is the interlude to forever,

Because within his arms is freedom.

Because my soul is resolute in its love,

Because birds sing to his melody,

And his smile, a remedy.

I will step in the sand where his feet once were,

Until there is no more sand to pour.