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We Write Poems prompt Here

"every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret"

 

                           Wild Winds

Across my cheek, gently, in slow, warm, caress

you stroke, then all over, every touch a learned finesse.
I close my eyes and savor this moment too quickly gone
yet, you stoke such longing in me with your come on.

Day by hot, heavy day, I look for you.  Every glance

out the window  is a query. Do the flowers dance?
The grasses bend? The tree tops sway? And as you move
in a huff will you return the same way? Do. Prove

you love me, me alone with each gesture tender  

you swathe me with yearning, a yellow  splendor
that covers me, beckons me to throw in with you,
and go, footloose, unfettered.  Oh, how you woo

my stale, sad soul to follow you to exotic places

turn my back on home, duty and familiar faces.
This my heart’s secret craving that blows
fierce … I want to be whooshed away, wild Derecho.