Loud whispers

He is the ultimate expression and extension of all the elements that make up the universe. Fire. Air. Earth. Water. A feel of his fingers exploring my body lights it aflame. Setting little fires in places I never knew could burn. Quiet crackles reminding me of that my constant state of smoldering can be turned into seven seconds of wild firecrackers. He is fire. Him pulling me close, making me forget how to breath. An action that comes so natural to me. Gravity’s pull suddenly feels like a push. Allowing me to float into the sky. Gently drifting into the clouds. Knocking on Heaven’s door.

Breath in. Hold it. Breath out. He is air. A feel of him becoming one with me. Intertwining our fingers as we dig deep to find the treasures buried deep within. To tap into the core of who we are. Molten rock. Turned dust. Turned flesh. He is earth. I dance with him to the point of no return. I dance with him to the point where the sea meets the sky. The climax. He got me surfing on his waves. Sometimes. He got me swimming in the deep against the tides. Sometimes. He got me floating to wherever the current takes me. He is water. I find his name on my tongue. In loud whispers. In silent screams. Failing to put what I feel to words. Again reminded of who he is. Fire. Air. Earth. Water. The universe on two feet. The word made flesh. The likeness of God. A man that reminds me I am woman.