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 space of my mind,

forcing me to analyze

every. insignificant. detail.

trying to find holes poked

in theories I’m not ready to

confirm.

Tsunami’s are new,

as waves of new thoughts,

emotions, desires drown me

in a sea of dreams

I never thought I’d see

in my lifetime.

You are the lighthouse

helping me seek safety

within storms, and an anchor

when doubts creep their way

into my veins, heart and mind.