Storm Science

She is dark.

She is hidden.

She has a million sisters but is unique to her last ion.



I wake and listen.



She could care.

She is moon-ruled.

She could show herself a million places but has chosen my desire.



I open the window and breathe.



She sends out a charge.

I send one back.

It has been done a million times but this one shocks my heart and shivers my bones.



We could open the door,

But we kick it down.

I run into the night, first laughing, then urgent as I open myself, waiting;



She blows through me and I lift,

Burning,

Into the storm.

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photo by Metin Demiralay