Loving him is awakening....opening your eyes to a surprise-to the sound of thunder.Like a thunderstorm you see him coming... deafening,maddening: sending shivers down your body,and yet you open up your window-to smell the misty fragrance of rain in the air .
The blush on your cheeks,the touch of his hand,the smirk that he gives,the surprise in your eyes.
You look up at the clouds dancing in pink and purple and the song of his skies humming with the echoes in your room.
A melody so soft and pure--you are no longer afraid.
A peaceful violence.
Because loving him is like watching a streak of white flashing across your night sky...

The butterflies in your stomach.

The goosebumps on your skin.

                                .

He makes sparks fly.