The dusty cracked soles of my feet
are canyon tunnels for your voice.
Erosion of indecision is cutting me to the bone,
and soon only an ocean
will be able to fill the void.
Submerge me farther because
I’m already drowning.
There are no more life vests and yet
you continue to make yourself
unavailable.
The wind is howling through
my empty spaces.

I’m a storm brewing.
There is black lightning
behind my eyes,
thunder in my gut.
Smell my tears a mile away,
nail down your defenses,
bar me from your haven of assurance.
My disquiet is colliding with your safety nets
and when hot meets cold
we’ll both be sucked into a vortex.

You can’t control the weather
with carefully thought out escape routes-
there is no safety in fear,
and barriers of straw sticks and bricks
have all been left in shambles.
Root yourself to me
and I’ll protect you in the eye
of my soul-
and while the outside world
rages on,
we will be shielded
within each other.