Making landfall. That first contact.
The discovery of a new world.
Our first steps onto wild earth.
You breathe me in like the first signs of spring after a long winter.
A whisper like a rumble of thunder in the distance.
A sign that lighting is sure to strike.
And when it did you were burned inside of me for good.
Persistently, relentlessly, eternally.
I can always smell the fire, I can always feel the lines etched under my skin.