She Is the Wind

SHE  
	IS 
		 THE
			  WIND


She is the wind,
	a warm gentle breeze on a cold day,
She is the wind
	caressing your skin with a kiss
	and the morning sun rips
	through the weekend blinds
	like an eclipse.

	She is the wind
		the forceful Jetstream across my heart
	She is the wind	
		giving locomotion to the clouds
		charging from the horizon
		like marauding pirate ships
		and she whips.

		She is the wind
			gustily moving through my body
		She is the wind
			a cold steel blade, how it rips
			and love’s empty hands reach out
			clutching but through my fingertips
			she slips.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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April 19, 2018 at 8:28 AM
The wind ...the perfect metaphor for this sad yet beautiful write Phil :)
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