strong winds

I walk in straight lines

on crooked paths

smelling sex as a second

sense I

reclaim childhood ignorance
since I

lost my head

sex is a language of power
I try not to speak
too loudly

on soft ears

leaning in my

direction

I try not to think

the danger speaking

up swirls

hurricane winds

so I choose to quietly

whisper wistful
words on my wings

carrying breath

like song
just

underneath your skin

just beyond

my touch

safely

alive

that's all

- just alive -