Earthquakes no longer feel

so foreign to my body;

the way your fingertips dance

along my velvet skin,

gripping my hips, pulling me

into a state of safety.

Volcanoes slowly

become dormant,

as you whisper sweet nothings

into my ear and gaze

into the window of my eyes

finding a way to ground me

from a twister of self-doubt

destroying my heart.

Blizzards of truth

barricade me within

the confined s...