Loving Behavior

The more fiercely the storm whirls, you hold me the tighter. You press my trembling body the warmer against your chest. You more tightly cast the ring of your arm around my waist. Till the warmth of your body is present in my veins. Till my heart beats beside your heart. My soul leans on your human breaths. An invisible support, and abiding, more than the steel trellis around my naked vine in the whirlwind. More than the proud mountains rearing to the heavens, the seat of the gods of pride, the seat of the distant gods, distant from me...