wind nymph

wind nymph
i’m wondering why you love me
i’m just a kid
i have no answers and know nothing
all i can give you
is this empty chest that is me
i’ve lost the original contents
–spilled them on my way to your house–
and all i have is this empty box
made of sanded cedar wood
waiting to hold your heart secure
when your soul is weary from the road
this box strong and solid to protect you on your travels

i knew when i came back to home
i was coming to find my traveling companion
and leaving 2 years later at his side
and now, i know where my heart is…
waiting in the rich velvet lining
of this beautiful box
to caress you with luxury in the cedar

i’m wondering why you love me
when i’ve done nothing for you
but say that you could have my heart
i’ve laughed at your morals
scorned your beliefs
encouraged your death
i am the wind
howling over the canyon edge
calling like a nymph
wailing until you come to me
over the edge and through eternity….
the wind laughing in chimes and
singing delicately with you in mind….
or as subtle summer breeze cooling you
with my slight caress in your hair….
the desert gusts of the southwest moving earth
to my pleasing and demonstrating my powers
for your eyes only
but still i scream in wind-echoes for you to
loose your body and come with me

i’m wondering why you love me
i know why you want me
–i look delicious– like ice-cream hiding razors–
but why do you love me?
–i’m deadly and depraved–

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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