Wind Washed & Flying
Why not place a finger against the knot
Your lips make when you kiss goodbye
Then release your hair and just listen
To all those perfect whispers fly
What is more important tho these
Much loved scented finger tips of yours
And perfumed much licked lips
Might just as well a single salty sigh
For freedom yet
Wait though
Much like the haunted cry of gulls
Neath rocky crags and outposts
Wind washed these eyes and ears of mine do
Catch you flying
Cloud raped and ragged
Dodging meteorites and showers
I swear there is no ecstasy like ours
Taken swiftly pon regal lawns
More slowly on those green glades and truly