her.


a ruthless lover,
steals the breath
right out of my mouth.
pulls the tears
right from my eyes.
gleans the warmth
right off my skin.

and it feels as if she could pull me
off this earth and into her arms
-- in an instant.

but being here,
being with her,
and suddenly there are no problems elsewhere.

if you travel
to the highest point
the eye can reach
to where gaia's bosom lies
you might just witness
her delicate dance.

I hear they call her the wind.

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