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by anothername_9

Think of a storm
with its malevolence
turned inside out-

thunderclaps nestled in satin,
downpour of intense tiny sweat,
steadily-illuminating sky of skin
flashing heat lightning,
body scents earthier than ground-

your landscape
turned inside out also,
bearing desire to these elemental outbreaks:
you are glistening.

Think of the apex:
maybe there you came
back to yourself for a moment
remembering it always does end.

And when you left, you returned
to it even wetter, in awe
of your own storm,
dancing wilder within it.

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