It's like the way the brisk wind struts across your face
whisking your deepest warmth over the sea to that place
where you open your eyes to see you've merely blinked
I get lost, turned around and tossed
bouncing helplessly in the fury of your storm
It's like watching the heat of the stone mountains rise
into the wilting, soggy summer skies
that rained down, or maybe you were crying
Feels more of a tickle than a touch, as if
angels were squeezing through my veins
It's like screaming into the wind,
sounds all warped and hindered by
our deafening secrets which cannot be unspoken
Love is here, even here
and cannot be bent or broken
My love is with you, always
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