the way of wind, late autumn
on cliff a juxtaposition
he envies how to whirl her in love
shaking her every bone
to fly as one
~
the way of breeze, mid april
it carries cherry blossom
to rest on her lap
nudging her to be lost
in reverie
~
midnight summer
lying there on swing
mountain breeze
her palms untangling his dreams
from treetops the softest music
~
winter's silence
unfinished poems
seen in snow
~
to provoke her into ashes
he commands the elemental forces
to make love to her in every season
to his dismay she regenerates every cycle
~
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