Soul Meets Soul Poem by Sophia Ivanov

Lightning shattering the pitch-black sky, the crack of thunder
Heralds the moment when the heavens open up
And cry with me as you turn away.
You promised you'd never turn your back on me, but there it is, a blue windbreaker receding into the drab night.
Coldness in the bones, fire in the heart, I sink to the ground and cry, rib-shaking sobs.
Until a warm hand, rough for the very first time, pulls me to my feet and into your arms.
Soul meets soul on trembling, chapped lips.
Tears (who knows whose?) smeared across the familiar faces.
Resolve melting like the last snow,
I pull away to see the shadows of my mascara on your face.
This I swear, darling:
We will kiss like that again, many times
We'll have the ultimate calm
Without the storm.