Affinity

I have always thought of the wind
as naughty
and playful
and lucky

Who else gets to go everywhere,
under mens coats
under girls skirts
caressing all those legs
into the homes
occassionally breaking cups
but without blame
kissing faces
ruffling hair
carrying birds
disturbing souls with its moaning
making me tremble
wide eyed, terrified
and excited
when I hear it angry
blowing its own release about,
saving souls with its cool
dressing up in the perfumes
of its own choosing
depending on mood
toying with lovers
and occassionally
getting in-between
like noone else can


Long standing
is my affinity
with the Wind
Lucky thing