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 © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2016
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