The Soulful Atom

She's full to the brim.
Eager, her breasts swollen,
Bursting with love to offer..
He waits patiently,
Never hurrying her..
He knows his love will melt her.
She's almost there.
He waits.
Holding her,
Through her tantrums and curses,
Hurled at him for no reason at all.
He stood waiting patiently,
Watching her as she went around in circles..
He saw her all the time
A faint smile playing his lips at some times
And a grave grimace the others..
His love is quiet, serene..
Her's is wild, untamed, crazy..
He needed her more than she him..
And yet their actions were opposite..
She tugged at his heart..
Tried to tear it apart,
With daggers of mean cruel questions meant to break him..
She looked to him for answers to her hurt in the past..
He had none, or perhaps some..
She wanted to pour..
Like the crazy whirlwind she was..
Always had been..
And then she did..
He welcomed her with wide open arms..
Plunging in her depths..
The warmth took him by surprise and he smiled
The smile which spoke volumes, the smile that spoke of love and something much more than that..
She poured and poured, drown him in only one thing she knew how to do..
And then she stayed..
Lying besides him for an eternity.
He kept looking at her
At her closed eyes
At her satisfied smile, knowing he was the reason behind it..
A quiet smile and a silent tear slips him and he keeps looking still..
Wondering in awe..
She is his lover, his child, his mother, his friend..
She is his.
There is a blossom out there..
A blossom that just saw the light of the day
And the water of the dew..