Winds
Hidden but under rarerity felt
Flappering like drops of rain, they pelt
Against unknown substances so void
They reach human senses with breath
Of theirs that with wings and noise
Turn to be all weird natures voice
If it were howling, it could speak
Languages with incient vowels
If it were much intense, it had a soul
Which spoke to my skin just shallow
Like the sheltered water stones
Behind the shaddow of tenderness deep
In arms that bear my calmness sleep
Fathoming all the depth rest
That lingers in bone and marrow
Fondling tastes than pleasuring toungue
Wriggling and malinger and drown
Often with rays lilting in
My veins and heart of dreams
Where another revel just begin.
(2015)
