rush

its the rush
that stops us
dead in tracks;
two hearts attack.

heads in clouds but
rips through silver linings
like lightning,
we bolt.
tearing at the speed of sound;
never even left the ground.

life happens backwards;
craves new beginnings
spins perception into thoughts
like hurricanes
funnel through mouths
spitting rain

captured by the rapture
of premature infatuation
or is this calm before the storm
of something real
of something warm.