Your harsh words rain relentlessly.

There’s no shelter when I’ve let down every wall.

Your cold eyes strike lightning in me,

destroying the circuits that once computed happy thoughts. 

 

I let the storm eat me because I know it will end soon

and I’ll be spit out somewhere different,

hopefully somewhere warm. 

And then it happens.

 

You reveal you pushed me away so I wouldn’t know

about the mass on your lungs,

that you might not make it,   

that you were giving me the lesser of two evils.

 

And I do end up somewhere warm,

in your arms.

And your scent,

     -- ambroxide, cedar, geranium, green apple, lemon, oakmoss, tonka bean, vanilla, vetiver --

it’s a cocktail of love.

 

I drink it.

I knew time would bring me clear skies

but I got lucky and got my warm sunshine too.