Come in like a hurricane, reckless and real,
Demanding to feel everything all at once.
Lay waste to the dry rotted foundation. Destroy it all and rebuild,
A rebirth of everything that was broken and dying.
Pull my hips in like the rushing water of the tide that is called home by the moon,
Like you have no choice, like the coming together is fate. Serendipity.
Morning, noon, and night, coax the shores open, the barriers to the beach. To my heart.
Come in without invitation and pull me back out to you.
Touch my neck, a brush of fingertips, a pressing, a possession.
Let the core of your light leave a mark, but not a bruise, not a hurt.
A sunburn that blanches into an eternal tan of summertime.
Let the sizzle of your sun be brighter than my darkness.
Be a rollercoaster of my life, full of thrills and stops and starts.
Steal my breath, but revive me, bring everything buzzing to life.
Fill my ribs with the pulsing reverberation of your story, of your truth.
Take everything of me in, let it fill you up until it’s all overflowing, brimming together.
So please don’t love me gently, too soft to feel, too inane, like a plot without a point.
Be a still point in a spinning world, an anchor, but also a fire.
Love me wildly, freely, make me feel it in my bones.
Consume me like the eye of the storm, reckless and real.
