It's a party. bright lights, cheap beer, crushed bodies emitting heat, and you're just one of many limbs tonight I latch onto. moving erratically to the pounding beat-we become one. a swirling tornado of distraught emotions and a million broken dreams, seeking destruction but not knowing where to hit.
just like cinderella the clock strikes 12 and I force my way out of the crowd towards the doors, but not until you grab an empty red plastic cup and carve your number on the side with your pocketknife. you grin, melt away like ice cream in the summer. and unlike cinderella, I get to keep my shoes.
tired, purple under my eyes, shrunken. I rummage through my bag searching for my eyeliner and instead, pull out a cup.
I call two days later and you pick up on the first ring.
"I can't have you call me first-I wanted to do that. your phone will ring in 34 seconds, pick up".
"there, that's better. I don't think I properly introduced myself. I'm damien. you, you're storm. I know, you're name is probably something else, but you're my storm. you lifted me off the ground and threw me into the wind."
your hand is in mine and I stare wonderingly at how each time it's a perfect fit. the spaces in between my fingers are empty until yours fill them-and that scares me. you tripped me and I fell for you. I suffered 16 stitches, black bruises, and a minor concussion but I have no intention of getting up.
months go by and I've carefully noted everything that makes you smile, and the names of all the oceans I drown in the blue of your eyes. I've memorized every scar and every jut in the xylophone of your ribcage. you're favorite movie, little brother, your dream.
footloose. zack. to fly.
later-much later, with only our breaths lacing the air, you tell me I made your dream come true. 'because of you I can fly, each and every day.' I didn't understand and you could see that. 'silly, you're a storm, remember? now hold me tight and take me away.'
rain. lightening. thunder.
your car blares its headlights at my porch and it penetrates the darkness that has engulfed me. I wonder what the hell brings you out in this weather but can't help but crazily await your embrace. garbage bag held high above my head I rush to the door and unlock the chain. eyes alight, you grab me from my dry sanctuary, and pull me into the water. with nothing above us but pure raw nature-you kiss me.
"I love you".
and your whisper carries into the winds.
once the sky clears and you're safely tucked to bed in my rainbow quilt, i carve D-A-M-I-E-N in that tiny secret special place in the corner of my heart.