Her Hurricane Winds

Raindrops trickle down
my face and into my eyes,
making it look as if I've  
been crying.
Weeping for the beauty
of she who stands in front of me.

She holds this candle of lightning still
and watches the jagged ambers quiver
against her frosted windows.
She breathes in
like a hurricane
trying to sweep away
her wings of steel.

The world around me
stops revolving for
just a moment,
gravity lifts it's
oppressive arm
from my shoulders,
my body flies like
my spirit,
clouds whirl,
my head spins,
and my pulse quickens.

I break through the storm
like a sheet of glass ,
as the tears reside
on her soft cheeks.
I descend like a curl of silk
upon her faded chestnut lips
and kiss the cuts of pain away.

She is my figure cut
from rose marble
half hiding in the shadows.
Not sure if she
wants to show her
true self,
but I see her
in her full glory.
She envelopes the world
around her in the delicacies
of lace and silk.
She has taken my breath,
and now I would
give her
my world.

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