spring winds

You cut through me like a windy spring day –
Coming in to me to show me what I need.
Air. Breath. Love.
I feel tousled and tossed.
Raised up and aroused.
And messy with knots and cots to carefully comb through
Once again when you’re gone.
Away from me again.

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