whirlwind

Love,

You are the hand that taps

gently on my door

the fingers that pull back the latch

the eyes that peer with longing

through the crack

yours, the legs that carry me

flying into your arms

the wind that rushes in

to send us spiraling and spinning

yours, the arms

that twirl me, toss me, trip me

cling to me

in this dancing, diving

falling, flying, and finding

our feet again

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