Does he know
that my love is one of a kind?
It’s not fleeting.
It’s not soft.
My love comes with storms—
The kind that lights up the sky
with illumination cascading across its backdrop.
Don’t mistake the storm for dangerous.
No, indeed—this love is a sign of the changing tides.
A soul-shifting storm,
moving you from one dimension to the next.
My storm brings harvest.
It brings life forms.
I am the revolutionary wind—
blowing intensely,
moving every detrimental distraction from your presence.
See, my love will plant you,
water you,
and create an incubation
for the germination of your dreams.
The question isn’t about the storm—
It’s about you.
Can you handle
what the wind represents?
I am the helpmeet to your destiny.
And in the words of Cardi B:
“Be careful with me.”
-Vmack