Knowing 10

When you come
like the awesome mass of the gradient wind
the vivid bite of the sea breeze
the hail laden lash of the front of the storm
cool air from a cave mouth
I want to run around
throw open all my windows and doors
take off my clothes
open my mouth
and let you in.
Let you blow through me
raise the dust
disarrange my desk
swirl into every corner of me.
And some part of you will remain
your molecules will mingle with mine
and I will be renewed.

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