A hurricane is promised me
So on the skies I’ve trained
And grabbed my throat in ecstasy
And recoil of the rain
And on my tongue I’ve tilted breaths
Of terror and relief
And forced to move my fingers
Like the welcome to a chief
My muscles stiff to splendor
But obedient in the end
I duly bare my body
Like the saints do to their sins
I’ll never know what holds the sky
Nor never understand
Why keeps its temper from our skin
That waits on its command
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