The Wind (Poetry, Rough Draft)

wind kisses my jaw

soft brushes

on tingling skin

 

I want to embrace it

to hold it

return kisses of my own

 

but I can’t.

 

so, on those light and brushing kisses

I will subsist

 

and in the quiet,

when even the wind rests

I shall purse my lips and blow

 

a kiss on the wind, for the wind

~ by brokenrazor on October 21, 2008.