So many masks you may take
You showed yourself under many disguises
All dramatic and disturbing
But caressing, sensual and warm
You were not today.
Buffeting wind shaking
The tall trees under an apathetic moon,
Forceful wind bending shrubs and reeds along the river,
Roaring wind drowning the words of my voice,
Pushy wind forcing me in one direction,
Gusty wind slapping me around the ears,
Rattling wind of windows and doors,
Mercurial wind fooling with the birds in flight,
Playful wind eloping with my scarf.
Wind, how tiring you are
When desire takes you
To rant about everything in your way!
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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