the elevator rises
carrying its passenger
into my heart
how easily she rises
from prisoner to power
as if the climate needed be just right

cold storage kept her
impotent for a time
during which i wish that i had moved out of her building
at least installed a lock
so access to this penthouse wasn’t easy

doors open to my refuge
she storms without restraint
as if my 911 could quell her natural disaster
as if this tiny stone could beat
the terror inside me

i plunge into her darkness
like a fist into her rising
and my self deflates within this vessel
time to fold her into me
the needing has begun.

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