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2018 I give myself to a gathering storm
shine when I start a day close to her.
The moment I taste the sky
she pulls the thorns out of my lips
and all I want to do is wrap myself in her until the lights go out.
This is not a breeze, it blows you over.
She closes her eyes, looks up for the high notes.
She pauses the music to count to one hundred by prime numbers.
I can’t stop looking.
It’s the suffocating mix of
heartache and a stomach drop.
Sometimes I’m the cloud,
sometimes I’m the rain
but I would rather free fall
than let her go
no matter how far up I am.
