you

had me

in that moment

when your presence pirated my mind

you threw an invisible lasso that tightened around me

in a time when I’d been an emotional shipwreck

.

still,

you chose to be my anchor

among those sweet exotic scents of summer that surrounded you

sinking us deeper into wetter sands

.

now,

watching a fragrant frangipani flower

follow a floating fallen leaf.

I dream of the taste of salty skin

that washes away my fortress of sand

hoping to stop me sinking into this sorrow

to stop trembling from the aftermath of a tornadic storm

.

yet,

 I knew

the waves whispered to the mermaids of that one summer love

where you were my sizzling summer season

symbolic of our sensual life-long story

.

now

it was just a closed door in the rain

.

yet,

there’s magic within a mere moment

if you listen to the wordless silence

that echoes for the moon

it’s where

I pray in this rain

carrying my jar of wishes

where among those ashes’ crystals are formed

to be tossed beyond

the time-told traditions

high into this magical storm

beyond the whispers melting into the mosaic wall cracks

that threatened to shadow our eternal dance on their beliefs

.

because I knew,

amid this slow centred storm,

he was the lightning

bringing his thunder

and I,

the lunatic

naked, aged,

& unburdened

chose to cross that corner

was ready to dance eternally within the rain.