“What makes you feel alive?”
she asked.
The words had barely fell
from her lips
and in this moment
it was like destiny’s kiss,
softly atop my brow.
I thought to ask
but quickly pulled back
as I wondered
at what she said.
“What makes your eyes sparkle?”
she mused.
“The way
you invite the rain
and let it dance
across your skin.”
Rolling with the thunder
I sat and wondered
the way you enveloped the moment
with such grace.
How do you not
fear the roar?
“Darling, it’s because
I’m stronger than before;
and what had consumed me
became my liberty.”