I CAN SEE THE WIND

I have seen the wind, felt it's intrusion of cold persistent hands
have heard it moan, whine and cry, and witnessed it's dirty workOne moment a tree next to me is standing tall, the next it is not

the wind push it down to the soggy wet ground, exposing it's roots
looking at a smooth placid lake not a flaw to discerned

then the wind blew a breath behind his grinning mocking mask
moving across the water making it surge ripple and chase
on a desert floor the windblown sand lifted by those persistent hands

build sand dune like castles, I guess for his best friend the sandman to live in

I have seen the wind open and slam doors even a window or two
as if to say I have arrived, welcome or not I am here and coming in

being a women of modesty, ashamed to say I even had a fight with the Wind
It was not my fault I have you know, but it tried to get under my clothes

Well all I can say is it did get a finger in, like I said I have felt its’ seeking hands

Wind is not one to show compassion, be it man or women for his choice is either

Blowing tendrils of ice puffs down an exposed spine just to make one shiver
then I think heard it whistle maybe even laugh, while they did a small dance
yes I have seen the wind and understand what it's hedonistic pleasures are about

But I still think it is still a coward for to me it has never shown it's every changing face

Do me in the mist of time
love me like fine wine
sweet fruits of desire, meet
bite into them like a summer peach
let the juices run over your tongue
peel my soul like a seedless grape
flesh unbruise, by passions haste
open the oyster of delight
expose my pearl in glistening dew
take in my heat of prewarmed oven
as fragrant as fresh baked bread

enfold me in arms tight as
silk palm leaves
then sip my nectar of wine
drink it deep, for I am sweet
serve me up on a platter of hunger
satiate your appetite in me

How easily the tears should fall today
they brim behind my swollen eyelids
seeking to be free from the open portals
desiring for all the world to see
See the pain that hides deep within me
I fight to gain control so as to not be exposed
couplet sorrow weights my soggy heart down
this deep inner water is drowning me
Though my lips be blessed, words fail me
so visual rivulets becomes my spoken grief
seeking to pore down my creased face
I am drowning inside of deep inner water
Real to my heart like a cutting knife
my body racked with convulsive movement
as I seek to contain my drowning waters
muddy waters would you please set me free

© Cheryl B. Sellers
http://www.SilkNknots.com
Author of: Painted Words
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