A little poem

Here I am bored let me write you a poem about something.

This poem is just for me and you and in a little while I will erase it.

Hi do you know about the windstorms and how they can carry
branches high in the air so high they do not get tangled
in telephone wires

(and at these times) the wind is so heavy it feels like maybe
you can lean into it, and it will support you
or else like you can build a home out of it, and live there

and when we go out in these storms we’re wearing thick coats flapping everywhere
and we can’t hardly hear anything
and your hair is whipping around your shoulders
and you look at me and you say “WHAT?”
and I kiss you and love you
and the storm keeps on
and you lean into me and we go off together to be alone

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