You Are the Storm

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I have always thought that love must be like a calm harbor. To be a shelter. To save us from the storms, even those that rage into my heart… I have been thinking that love must be a caress, soft and gentle, like a cashmere scarf, and be as warm as it is…

Until the moment I met you. It would be better to tell — until I break into you, like a wave over the rocky shore. I did not suck in you, because you are not a sandy layer to calm me. You are a barrier. A barrier for my fury, that eats me inside. You are a hug, but so strong, that my skin unites with yours. Your hands wrap up around me, overwhelm me, fold me and I lose myself, I forget who I am, I melt…

I do not need a shore.

You are my storm.

And after this storm, I am purified and reborn.

I wake up on your shoulder, but you do not mourn that your hand is numb with cold. You keep on holding me. You kiss me as if this is our first kiss or if it will be our last.

I feel you like a tattoo, not on my skin, but into my core.

I inhale and feel your breath. It is so sweet. And it is burning. You touch me like a flame. I forget my reasonable arguments.

"Can you bear it?" you are asking me.

"What to bear?" I cannot understand.

"My passion… My passion for you. Can you bear it? I cannot keep it inside me. It wants to overwhelm. It wants to spill over. It wants to absorb you. You have to be a part of me. Forever. Forever, until I breathe. I cannot stand this. I want to release it."

"Release it", I whisper.

"It is going to melt us, sweetheart. After that, we cannot separate this alloy."

"We will not separate it."

Why should we? At that very moment, I would like to stay forever with you.

"You know… I feel pain if I am away from you. Aren’t you afraid?"

"I am afraid. But it is more frightening if you do not exist."

"Can we bear it? Can we tame it? The passion…"

"Could you release it? Let it capture us. We will be together the Phoenix, reborn from the ash of our embers."

You are not a harbor. You are not the sandy shore, to melt there. I will not count the sand specks that flow down from my palms... They are like the passing of time. But time does not matter now. It is the moment that matters, the moment of unity, the moment of togetherness.

You are the storm and we will burn in it.

After the storm, we come to birth and we are so alive.

Hold me strong and I can bear it.

Kiss me and I will stay alive.

Heel me with your fire.

Until the next bonfire, my love…

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Sometimes love and passion are not calm and still, but wild like arson. Will we burn in it? Will we survive?

Nobody knows.

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Thank you for reading.