I am the breeze that blows across the plain

Caressing with an unseen embrace

Raising goosebumps on your skin

Surrounding you with spirit care


A dust devil jig across your yard

Flapping the flag on the pole

Running an unseen hand through your hair


Sneaking into your clothes

Touching you to your core

And with each bemused smile on your gentle lips

I send another gentle wisp of wind

In silent communion

A spirit kiss



David Trudel  © 2012



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