[Passionaria]

Winds gust from the west, then circle,
leaves jump, resurrected
flying like brave trapeze artists
into an invisible embrace
then hang on
and spin in fragile obedience
caught dancing on a tailwind
enlivened and needing
this unexpected unearthing
from snug complacency

I watch this gust of wind
feel it's earth caress
and think of you
dancing around me
my skirt lifting at your tease
exposing my charms
erotic wanting
unearthed and enlivened
at the thought of you
reading the movements of my body
like a road map
to my pleasure
like a leaf riding a tailwind
I wish I had Fucked you
recklessly, every way imaginable
for a week straight
then left you with a sweet kiss
instead of talking into oblivion
DAMN