You are the words, I never knew how to write. A combination of twenty six different letters I couldn’t accurately describe. But this is the story, I have waited all my life. One I couldn’t imagine and have yet to imbibe
For you set this cyclone heart in motion, summoned storms to the east shore. Witness the ripples reflect my desire; on bended knees now supplicating more.
I want to moisten your body in ink; tread through channels of your bones. Blow 24 notes on rib cages, a melody of wind chimes calling you home.
So whisper my name in dreams, behind closed eyes you’ll finally understand why; hurricanes are named after people and a storm is on the rise.
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