A Presence Like the Wind

Through the doors of my heart Her presence enters, A trail of light, wind, and commendations Of summer escort her footsteps Sashaying the strands of her hourglass garment. Impressions stretched like sunlight on a prism, As wind whispering thru river reeds, As cool as beach wind stroking tenderly Across the hairs of my skin: Beautiful enigma, my African konga Playing your melodic rhythms on the floors of my being Opens me to wind that is you. You, my crystal wind Washing away brine that has been tied to the waters of my soul. Your eyes place me in utopia, your hands bring me succour From the muddy places that have held me in itches Your presence is a softness Chilling as the wind, woman.