My mouth is still humming, buzzing with the sound of bees who
have left something so sweet against my lips. An electric kiss that sends
a current through me, leaving me dizzy with static at my fingertips and
liquid lava in my veins. No one said love was going to be a natural disaster.
No one said it would leave a storm inside of me, building, building, until
BAM.
All over.
Is it called a calm before the storm only because its quiet? Because
I swear I can hear my heart thrumming, rumbling, picking up speed
until the first bolt flashes in the sky. All of that, just before the kiss, before
your lips meet mine.
No one told me that a fierce fire would warm my heart with a warning
of an inferno that can burn love to the ground.
I had to learn to count the quiet
between the echo of a heartbeat and an unexpected kiss.
Because in those few seconds
that's when my life was bliss.
Copyright 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
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