The wind: a breath, a current

A breath
went for a walk
with two gallivanting fingers
up and down
her spine
That doormat
sure can hold on tight
when the wind
comes from behind
  
A breath
that couldn’t talk
through pillows and trachea hugs,
exhaled in tears
and darkened stratospheres,
that muffled wind
who can bend and ascend
to the heights of beanstalks
 
Some foreign breath
that blows wind chimes
carries, like rivers,
the silence
and disseminates
the seeds
much like dandelion weeds
to a distant resting place
for unspoken violence
 
The wind: a breath, a current
that strips trees or tickles noses,
waves flags,
shifts sand,
and is a collection
of the sighs
of millions of years’ toil
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Published in: on June 25, 2009 at 12:03 am  Comments (2)  
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Spectral Wisp

spectral wisp 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
If only
I could have
your breath
on my ear
panting hot
but it’s not.
How menthol wintry
shiver shimmery
you sigh
 
Shudder stroke
tickle-drip
vapor trickle
finger tip
encircling
spectral wisp
hulaing
my ivory hips
  
I feel you
brush my skin
surge through
my hair
I reach
into the space
around me
You are not there
 
Saddling the frigid
breeze you blow
gravitating
amidst
the ghastly glow
Ascendancy!
you came
for me
 
Hover always
flitter floating
telekinetic
anemic arctic
taunt me
want me
haunt me
ungraspable
sentimentality.
Published in: on June 10, 2009 at 1:14 am  Comments (4)  
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