MARROW

 MARROW

I love you from the marrow of my bones outward,
A surge of impulses awakening in the deepest vaults,
Rising like ancient rivers from the earth's hidden core,
Far below the surface chatter of the mind,
Beyond the fragile shell of ego, where shadows dissolve
Into the raw, unfiltered essence of being. This love erupts from the molten heart of my existence,
A furnace roaring with unspoken truths,
Pulsating like a tempest on the sun's fiery crown,
Solar flares twisting in ecstatic fury,
Arms of plasma reaching across the void,
Golden tendrils that cradle or consume,
With a power vast enough to ignite a small world—
To spin its orbits in harmonious rhythm,
Fuel its dawns with unrelenting light,
Or, in a moment's unchecked blaze,
Scorch it barren, reduce it to ash and silence. Yet in this intensity, there's a quiet gravity,
Pulling me toward you like planets in alignment,
A force that defies the chaos of stars exploding,
Binding the fragments of my scattered self
Into a constellation mapped by your name.
I love you not from the edges, but from the epicenter,
Where every heartbeat echoes your presence,
A storm that could unmake me, yet chooses instead
To forge us anew in its incandescent glow.