Blowing Wind Poem by RIC BASTASA
Blowing Wind
her long black hair
slides on his thigh
and rests there
her luscious lips plays
a game on him
he is not in peace
he is at war with desire
she takes his grief inside
her mouth
he gives in hoping that
this can be a temporary solution
she thinks of someone she
truly loves
his mind wanders among the
clouds that hang on the ceiling
in their wanderings
their eyes never meet.
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