Nu



Curves.
Flowing in my mind.

O’!  How I long to be
His Windy Majesty
His uninhibited form
Taking him afar

I can only imagine

To be the breeze
That stirs the leaves
An omniscient breath
Avoiding Death
With worldly magnitude

Shape.
Defined in Silhouette.

As the moon throws a shimmer
Of white fire in your eyes
And your bare flesh shows
In a soft, pale glow

I can only dream

To be such a breeze
To slip around your skin
With more delicate intimacy
Than the water you bathe in
And the clothes that you wear.



Don L. Waddell, 1998