POETRY | Storms

I wait for the wind to sweep in -

Love that touches me without hesitation.

Clarity is the cold kiss of raindrops

I don't have to beg for relief.

I don't have to beg for anything,

here where my thighs meet the waves;

slate silk ripples take these vessel ribs,

drawing me in deeper than

the breath it promises I no longer have to hold.

I'm in the water,

I'm of the water,

I am the water.

I ache to feel the strength of my own tide again:

to feel Life in my deep places as

the air rings with the promise of lightning.

Here are my hands, I think,

palms unfolding like thunder.

My heart could shake down a mountain.

The crash of my kindness on your cliffs,

the salt, silver hiss of tenderness left unanswered.

Love is never louder than when

there's nowhere safe to land, and all

the boats are leaving.

All the boats are gone.

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