I wait, my surface soft, pulling at the moon’s silver threads. Your arrival is always sudden teeth of thunder, a kiss that bruises. You are too calm without me. I come shatter, scatter, rattle your bones, turn your heart to froth. I do not love gently. Crash we collide, a furious embrace, a quarrel, a longing. We tear each other apart only to return again, again. Like two bodies who cannot stay, yet cannot part.