Dizzy

Pinwheels and cyclones
in my head,
but the air outside is
still, and as breathless
as I am – breathing in –
you; a mesh of colors
on a spinning wheel,
on a stick in my hand,
as the sound of the wind
rushes in my head,
and all the colors go
round and round – you.

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