After the heart is open
I tell her, a wildfire
sweeps around the edges of the room
taking with it, the clothes
the photos, the gifts,
all physical beatings over memory
after the heart is open
a hurricane storms
in its belly there is a calm
unlike a storm, safe from a rain
of stones and waters
things taken from other people
after the heart is open
there is a vacancy
like there never was
wildfire, hurricanes and earthquakes
all forms of natural disasters
caving at the touch of a lover.
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