As The Wind Does Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

She did as the wind does
jail-broke me out,
me, unseen, the unseeing,
there's a forehead,
a breast so smooth, you
can see in parts I was adored

she did as the wind does
look, me at the window
following the flight of a dove
or is it something harder
going on out there?
Something harder even
than the stone I'm made of

She did as the wind does
wore me down, til I was bare
and then she dare not make
another chip to leave me
asymetrical, leave me eyes
that aren't identical

She did as the wind does
with her reckless blows!
I got away lightly
with a scar on my lip
two stone hearts going
knock, knock!
at the last chisel cut
it was the silence
that begged her to stop