Step One Two
I picture me and another, a burgeoning fire that has broken free, unstoppable, rolling and tossing around like dried leaves on the wind, until I pin him down, deeply stare into his eyes, kiss him deeply, and make love to him aggressively, protectively, securely, and vulnerably. I would wake up the next morning, staring out the window into the morning sun, a tear falling down my cheek, both lamenting the crack of my shell that had occurred the night before, but also heralding the potential savior who lay not a foot away in the cradle of my arm.