Where the west wind goes

Sun dies, speed on.
A quarter day
from resurrection
in green eyes.

Touch night flushed face
under cirrus cloud
and shining spread
of mercurial sea.

Blow lust into the fingers
of the west wind,
catch zephyrs on my hair
and in my mouth.

Release a kiss
sent east,
breathe exhaled
to pale grey sky.

whisper silent prayers
to warm passing air,
“tell her I miss her”
I say.

Standing naked
in morning heat,
embrace the rising mist
feel its caress.

Bless it with desire,
fire and pain,
then send it away,
to fall on you as rain
.

-Dave Kavanagh

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