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LOVE AND SEX RAEWYN ALEXANDER Lightning Storm at Sea out the window across the boundless Pacific Ocean swell a deep grey bundle of furious crackle and noise between water and heaven spitting fire in place a churning column—kilometers of reaction when one air mass meets another of different temperature and it’d be simple to make this a metaphor, o yes something about passion and evening rendezvous yes the way lovers often fight with each other at first swell long before they admit a little softness or find a kiss temperature their momentum bigger than either and fated noise we’re not figures of speech however but flesh and history in reaction fragility obvious in how we package our words to place some tough or startle and o so artful tangles a place the manner each attempts to dust off distance yes meanwhile between us a mystery so at sea it’s a flagged reaction fire and roar a roiling dark mass fizzing swell for mermaids a light and sound-show noise measure the meaning of each word with its temperature personal weather bright in mind factories’ temperature where each labors separately to push defenses into place anywhere silence could threaten to crack this noise proven over and over again we collide with talent intact yes after-shocks a kind of lap on separate shores and swell electronic messages sent like sparks by flint reaction while shock rules our regions share uproar reaction two people wired in different countries and temperature what ease possible with such secrecy obvious and swell routine renews interest—diversions of normalcy in place we each find stoves and cars and careers and wordplay yes in the background of each humdrum the heart’s noise when the universe arrived with a bang it left an echo of noise every moment we move away from the beginning a reaction birds relay messages to each whether we notice or not, yes our inner worlds linked to some greater pulse and temperature each step or gesture as kind or cruel as we believe the place closer and closer to some beach with the tide’s relentless swell after a storm the air cleared shares a rainless temperature we could roll away these clouds and fiery pointed words in place landed on a raft of remains to discuss a direction in the swell ...

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