she is the razor across my wrist, the spike on the monitor, the hemlock coated kiss that brings about my merciful end

together we are kerosene and flame, the thin ice cracking beneath unsteady steps, the first hesitant shifting of an avalanche

i am the retreating tide, she is the tsunami, the eye of my heart’s storm making landfall, all that remains is the crumbling ruins

she is the spray of lava and i am the slow moving flow across the scenery, after we have left new islands are formed in our wake

but she is the blizzard across the my lone sprout of spring tidings, she is the waterfall and i the hapless barrel teetering along

we could move mountains, or leave gravel behind, the wildfires hungrily eating the forest acre by horrifying acre towards town

nature is nothing but fuel for the ceaseless tempest, while she is the meteor to my frightened dinosaur chasing after prey

together we could rewrite the fundamental understandings of atomic structure, as she splits me in two just to see what happens

i am her willing test subject, she the chemical burn, in the interest of science lock us together and maintain safe distance to observe