Hurricane

Dance on an empty street with me; Feel the music in my bones.

Hold me tight at 3AM; Taste the salty tears christening my bed sheets.

Catch me singing along to the radio; See the worship in my heart.

Capture the gurgling laughter bursting out of me; Feel it vibrate against your fingertips dancing against my ribs.

Grasp the faint scent of flowers lingering on my skin as you push my hair from my sleepy eyes.

Stir up the fiery passion in me as you struggle to hold onto my words, trying to keep up with the electrical surges firing behind my eyes.

Feel your heart bleed as you try to understand mine.

Rip away the stitches. Open up the blinds. Break down the door. Smash down the wall I've built up around myself and I, I will show you the world. Open your palms and I will spill into the gaps between your fingers and become everything you are. You'll look up at the night sky and find the same constellations in the sun kisses running down my side. You'll feel the gentle breeze in the spring and remember the feeling of my breath tickling your cheek, escaping between the fortress of my lips. You'll swim in the waves of the ocean and envision my hair tumbling down my back, and suddenly you'll find yourself drowning in the thought of me. Completely saturated in my silhouette. I will open up my mind and speak of things you cannot understand, my words coloring the air you breathe, and running down your arms until your hands are stained. Run barefoot with me in the backyard during a rainstorm, and you'll will the raindrops to stay on my lashes forever. Let loose the storm inside of me until it consumes you, and you'll understand why hurricanes are named after people. Open up the flood gates, and run your fingers along my spine as I lay spent, too tired for words. You'll find yourself with tears dripping down your cheeks when you think I'm asleep, tracing your bloody hands on the invisible scars on my back. And finally, finally you will understand my silence.