Winds

I'd like to see the day
when the wind whispers hungry


The four winds move easily
A great beauty unlocking and twisting
The individual strands of my hair
To feel the flexion of its muscles
It's expression a playfulness slowly
walking into a pale glory

It touches and leaves
Thoughtful, I look out to something astonishing.
It holds me ever so deep
Reaching madly in rapid flow
Everyday the moments like a tidal wave
Moving in concentration into the first round of slow speed

For heavy clutching, twisting, springing,
trying to cover spheres in nestling sound
Flinging my arms, thrown down and falling away.

Tucking into my skin
Feet hold and cling to the river
of grass chafing the souls of my shoes
Wind gasping, sent off hurriedly in fresh sweeps
Humming to find me my dear life
Like a very good companion drawing near
Holding cruelly I am offering my pulse
that races quickly
My chest heaving, my mouth
trembling witht the graces of fondness
stretch immediately muscles -breath- circling noises

There is nothing desperate about the wind and its four engines



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Wind in My Mind

There was the wind, it stood
It dwelled in my mind
It got moonsick - moonstruck
True like breath over clime

A kiss to quench
It laid but ever so still
In parallels folding within parallel lines


copyrighted 2009