Wisps of human hair haunt the twisting air,
whipping across the shadows of the face.
Human lips crack from the air's laughing touch,
as moisture escapes to the vacuum of space.
Clothes move to the whistling of the wind,
sliding up and down upon the silent skin.
Inhuman moans echo through the fragile ears,
stirring ethereal magic into the blood within.
Ghostly hands caress the curves of the mortal face,
inviting the weary soul to an enchanted dance.
As the covered body feels the brush of air,
the heart surrenders to the wind's hypnotic prance.
Heaven's immortal breath glides around the human body,
patiently wrapping the soul into a blanket of joyous air.
Although the wind's pattern of dance always changes,
the dancing spirit embraces the brief love affair.