you have stolen yourself
in the crevices of my bones
hidden beneath calloused skin
as if you have marked me

you have taught me to conceal
traces of your hurricane
and the electric blue of the sparks
that linger in my chest

typhoon boy, you challenged me;
it pulls me to be your stormchaser

I will steal you between the triangles
of your eyelashes
hidden behind eyelids so you’ll exist
in the half-pauses of daylight
and the moments where the world barely
stutters to life

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