—dawn along Lake Michigan, a pantoum

Joy, the lake keeps shouting your name into the slit of my skirt.
Two knuckles, one second longer—tender squeeze.
I taste the auburn of your hair in the wind’s cool hurt.
By the time the spray hits, I’m already searching for you—please.

By the time the spray hits, I’m already searching for you—please.
Spray turns silk dress to glass, my dark, perfect, dolls’-eyes, proud.
Two knuckles, one second longer—tender squeeze.
Let strangers stare—your wind-song cries for just me—loud.

Spray turns silk dress to glass, my dark dolls’-eyes proud.
Come closer—lake wind slowly unbuttons, pauses at my hips.
Let strangers stare—your wind-song cries for just me—loud.
My body dreams of your scent, your caress, you part my lips.

My body dreams of your scent, your caress, you part my lips.
I bloom to your wind’s touch, my nectar drips with the spray.
Come closer—lake wind slowly unbuttons, pauses at my hips.
I didn’t care who saw—only for your wind, my body, I display.

I bloom to your wind’s touch, my nectar drips with the spray.
The lake whispers—Joy, your taste, forever lives on my tongue.
I didn’t care who saw—only for your wind, my body, I display.
Night pulls the sky over us; without you, adrift, what will I become?

I bloom to your wind’s touch, my nectar drips with the spray.  
I taste the auburn of your hair in the wind’s cool hurt.  
I didn’t care who saw—only for your wind, my body I display.  
Joy, the lake keeps shouting your name into the slit of my skirt.