Don’t kiss me during the fireworks. Kiss me after and give everyone else something to look at once chaos has passed. Don’t kiss me when you don’t know what else to say, kiss me when that’s all that needs to be said. Don’t kiss me at all the right times, kiss me mid sentence because my lips were moving, and you were jealous of the air because they weren’t moving on yours. Don’t read up on old fairy tales I don’t want a fairy tale. I want real and in the moment. So kiss me when your up in flames and about to burst. Kiss me when the tears are doing all the work. Kiss me hard and kiss me good.
This is a raw image I took yesterday. The sun had set, rain was pouring down, and I could see lightning in the distance. Absolutely humbling to see how powerful and angry the ocean can be.