Natural Disaster

When you laugh 

I can't help but imagine

flower painted groves 

caressed along your skin

and collarbones heaving 

petals off

dancing 

a prancing dance

their whole way down-- 

he loves me

he loves me not--

and your voice when you are 

trying to catch your breath

afterwards 

reminds me

of falling rain

showering above my rooftop

in a pitter patter

ease

of a night spent in chaos 

then calamity,

your eyes 

breathing me in

in

in-- 

don't let me out

before morning.