My Wife
The wind is my wife, as she kisses my nose,
Tickles my lashes, strikes angry blows.
She sweeps through our house,
And rattles her blouse,
That hangs on a line,
As a kite so divine.
My heart trails behind,
On the bows as my mind,
Tosses and turns,
Wondering when it will learn.
Copyright © Allie Ogletree | Year Posted 2012
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