Wind

Wind

I can bend the wind

into a friend

but there is no escaping

the shape I’m in

and if I recall

before we fall

I must find a way to begin

and though I loathe

the artistry

of this lovely

haberdashery

I cannot help but

to admire the mastery

of all the odds and ends

you masticate my convictions

with red clay and honey

overt allusions of lust and hope

candid in my felicity

I must amend that

I could bend the wind

but there is no escaping

this love I’m in

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