Our love rose like storm-winds over a restless sea,
Sky split open where your wild heartbeat touched mine.
Thunder rolled each time our lips collided,
Lightning braided its silver into your stare.
I felt the tide heave beneath my ribs,
Pulled by the moon-drag of your name.
We danced in the wreckage of gentle mornings,
Feet tangled in the spray of undone promises.
Your voice, a gale tearing through my quiet,
My longing, a sail strained to its last seam.
We burned like ship-lanterns in furious rain,
Casting shards of gold across the dark.
Yet every touch was a rising tempest,
Every promise, a cloud swelling toward rupture.
Still I followed the flicker of your storm-lit smile,
Through whirlpools spun from your shifting moods.
Even as shadows roared between us,
I clung to the mast of what we might become.
And when the tempest finally shattered our horizon,
Love washed ashore—wrecked, glittering, undiminished
©®Madhumita
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