I Heard The Wind Before I Died

A Collab

I heard the wind before I died
the swoosh surrounding me
those engulfing rushes
of unruly patterns filled
with ecstasy.

I dipped my toes into your stream,
waded out beyond what seemed
prudent and wise, given the distance,
drawn somehow by desire's persistence.

I heard the wind before I died
which gripped my very soul
in fathoms of pleasured
monstrosities its touches
deep and bold.

I measured each step by the feel below,
taking me farther than I'd dared ever go.
Each lapping wave of you beckoned me in,
like wine upon water, your touch to my skin.

I heard the wind before I died
whose lust was of a hue
of a colored masterpiece
which explodes within
my view.

I painted our grotto with my sighs
when I found forever in your eyes.
We rose with the wind, to the top of a willow,
lay in its arms, dove's nest for our pillow.

I heard the wind before I died
as you birth my senses real
added deminsions of passion
to levels I never knew
could feel.

I floated like feathers in a warm summer zephyr,
engulfed in your soul, became blinder and deafer
to all the distractions that might draw us apart,
yet I found nothing withers a loving heart.

I died a death of pleasure
you touched me to the core
and opened up a new heaven
holding wide a lovin door.

I drowned in your ecstatic essence.
No other lifeforce, save your presence,
could breathe enchantment, revive me with song
borne by the same wind to which we belong.

Del Cano 2006 Jan
Naia, January 2006