Cool blue
waters, ocean
air and mists.
Halcyon days,
and serenity.

There is a gravity
to the becalmed sea,
the surging of all
things beneath,


the waves,
but powerful

and without measure


If I am ablaze,
if I am aflame,
if I am that burning light,
you are the life-giving waters that promise a steady surface,
and surging strength beneath.
If I consume in rage and pain,
you soothe in hope and sweetness.
If I destroy,
you reclaim.
If I consume,
you replenish.

Far from my opposite,
you are my complement,
my other half,
a fulfillment for a lack I did not know
until I knew,
the ache of it eased
only by soaking in your presence.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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