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Hurricane (Boston, 12/21)
And here he is
the portion of my soul
that swirls outside my body
Coming home
Every grinding
intentional
thrust
of his hips against mine
Urging his song up my throat
his rhythm, his lyrics
flooding past my lips
where his eager mouth hovers
waiting to devour it
His hunger feeds mine
And mine his
He tells me I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen
and I believe him
How could I not
as he surges in me
through me
As he shelters me fiercely
like a butterfly in a hurricane
and I cling to him desperately
like life
And we wreck each other’s bodies
While we calm each other’s souls
