the haven where storms sleep

i fell into the haven
where storms could sleep
and there i found her asleep
undressed
of her winds, undressed
of her lightnings, undressed
of her thunders, she was
a different kind of
beautiful -

i fell for her serenity
the danger speeding towards
being realized, that thrill,
still, at peace she was
a different kind of
exhilarating -

still in a way she was the same,
she kept me rooted in place,
enraptured albeit with
a different kind of
spell,
standing there waiting to be
dismantled by her to debris -

then i fell for the moment
she opened her eyes to mine
she yawned a spark, exhaled
a crackle, a hint
of herself into the air
and at me, and for me, a smile
as she put on
her winds, she put on
her lightnings, she put on
her thunders, and i was
standing there waiting to become
a different kind of
alive



2020.jan.28