The hurricane came and went, leaving a stillness in the air, eerie after the fury of a night without sleep. Roads deserted, covered in mud, the power lines and trees creating a maze for my red truck to weave. Some houses, missing roofs or walls, still teem with life in huddled masses waiting for the world to end. Arriving with barrels of fresh water, faces peel in smiles at small hope on their doorstep. Surveying their lives scattered across their neighbors yards, they know their lives will never be the same.
Love is like a hurricane.
Dirty blond and freckled, grace dances through my door with eyes as deep and blue as the ocean. Shimmering snow, like so many jewels, chases her in pale comparison, lights dimming at the gleam in her smile. Everything I had ever known, changes in this moment.
That girl who just walked through the door, I am going to marry her.
Word blunder from my mouth, tripping on their own feet to reach her ears. Hours become minutes, as the rest of the humanity blurs around this small space in between us. White and pure, a blanket wraps all that surrounds us, unnoticed as our lips meet for the first time. Watching her walk into the night, the hurricane inside leaves nothing in its wake, and I know my life will never be the same.
Love will mess you up.
Embraced in it's full on lip lock, our intoxication leads us through doors we never thought we'd open. Stripped of our securities, we lay bear for our beloved to do as they please...in hopes it is love. Without it, the desperate loneliness creeps in, making our bones ache to feel once more the sweet burning kiss of love. Knowing full well of the dangerous winds and lashing rain, we crave to stand in the full fury of it's storm, knowing our lives will never be the same.
Because life is to love and be loved, all wrapped up in a sloppy wet kiss.