By slug
Date: 1 December 2000

hurricane

I am the hurricane and the eye of the storm.

       I've never been so passionately calm.
            
                       I've never been so...

                                              but i am your fogged window
                                                  i am the little droplets
     that run down as you push the mist out of the way
                    to leave your mark
                             your signature
                             your imprint
                                           all
                                                 over
                                                         me.
                         fingerprints like angel kisses...
                   healing and fiery...
                                        and...
                                      you smile
                                        and
                                 i want to inhale you
                                           invoke you
                                           encompass
                                       and intrude in you
all it took was a little patience
                         prayer
                         duct tape
and we're not even halfway there (wherever 'there' might be)
and while i won't drive off a cliff with you...
                i'm looking forward to the scenery on the way down.
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