he speaks of a core
the place he has longed for
the source of desire
a place he has never
been able to access
to connect to
to touch
the center
somewhere here...
I know it
I have felt it
in my gut
a magnet
a force
like a compass
silently leading
screaming in the night
I have felt it as sheets pelt and wash and pound down
and the dusty smell of rain comes up
on the ledge again
wind whipping around my face
thunder rolling
lightning crashing
and the breathless cry
unexpectedly
escapes
stinging salt once again streaming down my face
mixing with powerful fresh water
rain
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