July 11, 2006
it is swollen loneliness
that eats me from the soul
i fight for freedom
and i have lost all control.
i dont know why,
the moon looks at me so,
i cant stop the stars
they stay fixed on me,
it is the way the clouds move
as if the clothe my very way
they cover my body in all i do
as the night falls down on me.
i feel this wind as it makes love to me
spinning and twisting around me
pushing me soul to the crashing
place and washing me in aww
touching all i am
in very place i be
you the wicked wind
the lover in this dreami,
into the pouring water flow
my physical self reborn
you blanket my everything
lingering in your poision touch
never telling you to go
into my very depths i call you
myself i am very still
as the lover wind caressing
my all,
i taste you
i taste the lingering of our last night,
bring to me more of you
thrashing wildly about
for it is the wind
calling out my name
making sweet sweet love to me....
again and again..
with the greatest intent
i become one with this lust
of a wind,
enveloped in a zepher's touch
i sucome to the love of four
from every degree
west wind is lulling
coy and calling in a wgisper
with the tempature of summer
and the sticky sweet fruits as well
i long to be blown to you
at the same time there is the North wind
she is blod as she comes to me
cruel not kind
drawing me into her
mashing into me
to take and to steal
as the eastern comes
sly and laughing
teasing me along
gripping and releasing me into
the entrenous of two..
and when there is
but a quick breath
left in me comes the l
over of the south
carressing me into
the wildest ways
pulsing deep within
i have nothing
no resolve, i fall to the
wind as it fills my
inmost being, killing
all pride, so shame does not
exist, so in this shameless world
i obey the every whim
and i am blown to the edge
and back again....
when i am here i can feel them
wanting me, it is here i
am forever free...
