When She Comes
she rises
a wave, a whim, a sun
she rises
every time born new
a beach, a gust of wind
and she rises
a storm of thoughts
the calmness
of stars
in the back
of the black sea
at night
she rises
as the hair
upon me
stands to
tingle
she rises
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