I listen to the wind

the wind that howls so loud

and knows no respite

awake am I for hours

Trees and branches holding tight

for fear that one might crack or fall

so black outside

yet not scared of the sound

the sound of howling wind

I touch your soft body

your soft skin so smooth

your tender hands as they glide

were you awake too

hand that roams so freely over me

and then return to you

the strength of you

inside of me

like the wind outside

pushing against the Trees

I don’t want it to end

let the darkness stay

and the wind to howl

and you there

alongside me or

inside of me

the dark hours to last not end




The remarkable Stan Getz.



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