Wind Chimes Poem by Merlin J. McMinn

Alone on the ledge,
I await in anticipation,
poised in staunch position
as hovering masses begin their move.
Solemn communion;
closed eyes listening...
the passionate Wind Chimes.
Embracing the response,
the mystic massage;
feathered fingers flow
mere-touching the skin.
Vibrant sighs
emit pure emotion;
succumbing the sequence of need.
From your limbs, I learn the layers.
I breathe the breath of your boughs.
You entice me without provocation...
I'm comfortable within you caress.
Oh sing those psalms for me...
with closed eyes listening...
the passionate Wind Chimes.