Rupture

He flew from the heavens as a bullet set to pierce my soul
To rupture inside of me as protection from the cold
Creasing folds of feathered guards to safeguard my ward
Chemically reacting to his guardianship dispensing medicine to sword the pain
Taking charge of his self proclaimed reign
Erratic emotions now contained within his shielded frame
Spasms of volatile attachments calmed to still submission in his domain
Connecting to wavelengths synced from heart to brain
Yeah, this love’s insane