Whispers of the Wind

Oh, if only you would incline your auricle to me my dear and walk slowly towards the wisps of my caress, your skin cool and fresh as rain, would feel the touch of my breath I would whisper little nothings in your shell and tell you secrets comb your hair, kiss your face, like only a mother's love could I'd lift the collar off your neck and blow kisses on your nape I'd guide you into the warm rush of air that fills your void I'd lay on your chest while you breathe and repeat your creed if only you would draw your helix ear to me and listen softly I would be your song, your poem or maybe, a tinkling chime I'd be your constant companion and listen to you, all for free If I were the wind on your back, I'd push you gently forward give you so many gusts of joy you would never turn your back If I were the wind on your face I'd make you blush with pleasure oh, if only you would incline your ear to me, my dear, what a proud wind I would be... July 17, 2021