written while talking to, only some minutes, before you... then handing it to you: (irony!)

i love you more than the breeze says
even more when the wind’s gusty
more than when its bold and blows
as it pleases as you ride
even more than when clothes flutter
it’s got it’s direction wrong
more like when you’re on a cliff
and is already there all
ready a shimmering feel
a distant tambourine hear
at once also skirling pipes
and the breeze is! there
…………………….chills you
like it’s skin visiting touch
kissing you all at once yet
every bit in its own way
.
this breeze am i, juddarwin
.
than this, ’twas another one.

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  • Loui  Jover
    Loui Joverover 3 years ago

    wonderfully composed and worded

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