Let the wind take me
in the middle of the night
Let my bones sing
like the tempest twisting through the trees
No
there is no wolf at your door
only the wind
twice as wild
and howling twice as loud
under this moon
Let the wind take you
blow through the tendrils of your mane
as you become as wild as whirlwind
whisking you in to rapture
and in the morning
an empty bed
and all the golden glittering clarity
of anything but
sun
shining through a sheet of dust
