She Was

She was the mountain in a world of ash. Her hands trembled softly over the currents of my body, Shifting tides into tsunamis colliding with the atmosphere in a purposeful shatter. Our bodies morphed into a single cocoon, embracing the emergence of a third skin wrapping around our love like a shelter, protecting us from a world enraged in our deterrence from lonsome's call. It was the moves we made each night that woke me up at daybreak, reminders of the symphonies shared between our loathing, in sync. we had written each other into life with the intention of falling fully without lack. Her love made me sheer. tears caressing my cheeks cleansed the skin severed by abandonment now she was here. Full in thought and fragments, showing just enough of herself to help me see why I was worth the love she gave. I couldn't remember the point in which it all changed, her presence fogged time and space into just another passing thought in a world full of conscious serendipity. I had never believed in fate, but I soon found myself memorizing her patterns. allowing my body to mold into a revitalizer for lives lost in the mist. The desire held just hold her forced me to feel again, doubling my consciousness into a thing of beauty instead of doubt. We used to lay beside the sunrise, our chests sinking into grounds that held us, our bodies drowning in sweat. Her lips would spread across my skin, soaking up each passing drop of love sprinkled across my layers. Her hands dive deeper beneath my surface, in search of a place to call her own. I allowed myself to become tangible in her efforts, opening dimensions secret to their gaze. When she found the rhythms that could send me into a trance she whispered the sweetest melodies of lullabies to serenade me through my high. There was no way to tell if it had all been a dream. Outside of our dome, we walked separate paths. Our arms could not extend along the length needed to reach each other's crossing lines but when I chose to be in solitude, I always felt her voice reminding me not to forget about our bodies becoming one underneath the decaying sky. It followed me in my dreams. Haunting the hallows of my mind into ripping shreds.