Gillian and her lover, the wind

the wind parts for your passing.
hesitating but a moment
to better feel the warm curves
that it flows across, lost in thought.
hot and soft and sweet and yet,
for the better part of their touch,
sighing in delight and imminent regret
that you will pass beyond them
and into the arms of another breeze.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

Inspired by another photo of the lady in question.