that comb your curls,
free autumn breeze
moving in swirls,
you're good to me
but I want more,
I think I need
what the wind owns.
She dances through
your tender cheeks,
gale kisses you
in front of me.
Her warm air knows
your smile might break
if I ever show
my hurricane.
Ode to the wind
be her your love,
one day I'll be
wind on your shore.
Mar Fresno
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