She saw the waves crash a storm against cheeksCracking hurricanes into men's eyesDroplets of rain trickled endlessly into puddles of veinsCreating a reserve of rainy day puddles to look back on.It takes oceans of days to find someone you loveBut it took her a splatter of a day to know she would Love him more than any other sand soaked person.He fell like hail onto her crisp paperDrenching her words in ink.Love hit her like snow melting against the warmth on his side of the bedShe knew she would always love the feeling of water trailing down her tears.He kissed her flesh to burn a trail into underwater cavernsLeaving a page of lustful words on chilled skinHe would sip from her dreams each dayJust to taste a small drop of her insecuritiesHe taught her lessons of light that she had yet to understandHow her pain was key to feeling human She would breathe a whisper of his name on lipsTo drive monsters back to baysAs rivers and lakes swallowed planets and moonsHer sun would rise to greet that warmth of smiles stretched across his eyesHe would shiver at night, naked against inquisitionthey would wrap arms into each other's blanketsQuietly whispering as the sun rose about nothingNo matter how close he stood to her brightnessHe would still feel aloneThough only occasionally She shook earthquakes into his memories  She was a passionate person who would burn fires into men's soul at a glanceShe stole anger into love to turn pebbles into rocksTurning soft spoken men into bright baubles of florescent pensHe turned from lesser ink into the glow in the dark stars on her bright night skiesThey saw each other with bright blue souls instead of dark brown eyesHe wanted to marry her beauty Not her smiles or sill eyesBut her deep dark inside that held a beauty she would never begin to understandThey would buy from Poseidon a bucket of waves to shareTo keep the horizon hidden away So maybe they could be the only special ones to see nature love each otherAfter all these years the sun still lights up the earths eyesThe rivers became her home as she stood starkNakedAgainst the noise and broken worldsJust so she could have another place to call homeWith him.People act as though existing means obligationsObligations to be heardWhen in reality to be heard is impliedShe spoke of oceans oftenOf walking with waves to crest over dolphinsOf standing bear in salt runs as wounds burned He stood in her mind like a permeant fixtureSimilar to lamp postsAnd old housesAlways thereReliableYet rustyHer lips were fire that burned bright on his skinShe told honesty to men and burned love #kuturanki