Dilantha Gunawardana


Wind The Nymph - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

The wind grabbed hold of me
Wrapped me with her body
Spun me like a top
She dressed me with her aura
And whipped me off my clothes

She blew me a hurricane
As my vessel rocked to and fro
My body a rocking chair
And the wind her suitor

She rocked me till my eyes wept
Moisture leapt and longing slept
As she let go of me, as I stood there
In the middle of a wilderness
Without a thread of cloth
Culminated of desire

How erotic is the wind
Her wail, her spirit, her lips
For what I cannot possess in a woman
She presents in whole

The wind, my mystical mistress
Spinning me in bliss


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 17, 2014


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