Author: Emily Tallaksen
You are the light in my eyes,
the curl of my lips.
I'm not sure my body is equipped
to feel your avalanche of a kiss.
After, landslides for weeks on end as I try to convince myself to fall like the mud did.
To forget about grace and tumble helplessly towards my hands gliding across your face,
The way my breath catches in my throat when you whisper my name.
But maybe we're not a landslide, but an earthquake.
Because baby there's grace in the way you touch me.
One more time and you'll make my legs shake,
Quivering every day you're far away.
What do you say--
How about we take it up one more number on the Richter scale?
Breathe me in every time I exhale,
Feel my skin shattering beneath your fingertips.
There is no natural disaster that could feel more miraculous than this.