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“Wind, the continuous movement of Air is the link between all realms & dimensions carrying every form of communication from musical quarks to the sounds of silence”. Poet <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Wind, Angelic Air ! Beloved of my Sun sign I listen to bellows pounding sea rock boulders circling my spine in sharp dagger kisses divine I listen to you penetrating my marrow swirl icy chiming voice through mottled skin pulling hair, ********* throat uncensored …. my parched lips open as you rip dry logs to hear red ants scattering into darkened holes trolls vacantly watch wind arms across my shoulders I hold dripping amber, as you raucous relay score, hungry vultures and swallows chorus adore I walk songs, you unbutton word flames refraining dead locusts fall in wind tone lyrics whirling Beloved ! be still that I may touch your ***** feel cold notes ripple between your crescendos stroke your quavers, obedient to your baton soul bowing to your transmuting crotchets all I hear as you settle into playful breezes a teasing drama complete, is “I Love You” !
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Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC
Listen to the Wind
“Wind, the continuous movement of Air is the link between all realms & dimensions carrying every form of communication from musical quarks to the sounds of silence”. Poet <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Wind, Angelic Air ! Beloved of my Sun sign I listen to bellows pounding sea rock boulders circling my spine in sharp dagger kisses divine I listen to you penetrating my marrow swirl icy chiming voice through mottled skin pulling hair, ********* throat uncensored …. my parched lips open as you rip dry logs to hear red ants scattering into darkened holes trolls vacantly watch wind arms across my shoulders I hold dripping amber, as you raucous relay score, hungry vultures and swallows chorus adore I walk songs, you unbutton word flames refraining dead locusts fall in wind tone lyrics whirling Beloved ! be still that I may touch your ***** feel cold notes ripple between your crescendos stroke your quavers, obedient to your baton soul bowing to your transmuting crotchets all I hear as you settle into playful breezes a teasing drama complete, is “I Love You” !
This poem was placed 2nd in a Standard Contest assessed in Sept 2025 by Constance la France, Canadian Poet
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Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC
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