I believe that
There is no real calm
After a storm…
It just gets worse.

But I have experienced
The calm that comes
From the storm of your fingers
And the thunder in your kiss.

I have lived to tell
How a storm can bring
A sense of peace
Even amongst the heaviest of rains.

I have woken from
An endless sleep
To feel the brush of your lips
Pull me to the world.

I have been saved from
An early grave
By a storm that shattered my boundaries
And racked my skin with thunder
And burnt my eyes with lightning
And lit my skin on fire

By irony itself
It was saved.