Broken hearts in broken hands
heartache deep within
A single touch upon my face
the bruise beneath my skin.

The whisper of a breathless kiss
refreshing to my soul
The peace I find so comforting
is not mine to control.

A silent stillness embraces me
the calm before the storm
Reflections of what is to come;
it always has before.

And then a tempest so intense
blackening the skies
Assaults me with a forcefulness
that's written in your eyes.

Then all at once it disappears
and a stillness settles in,
But the storm that has become our lives
I know will return again.

© Christina
October 2006