I touch the wind
With extended fingers
Feeling the vibration
Ride through my palms
Soft, yet pointed,
Chilling yet heating me up
And I know I need
To feel it roll over me
Making me tumble
Over this landscape
Of whispering water
And deep tidal surges
I plunge myself into
The rise and fall of it
Released and yet craving more
The kiss I miss
When the wind licks my lips,
The surge and urge
To reach deeper
And feel the gush of wind
As it consumes me
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