In the Wind
I stretch myself to fill the space between us.
I am with You,
in everything, in the wind.
I welcome dry skin and it’s flakiness.
I want to distribute my skin onto every surface.
So that fate, chance or the wind
will take me to you.
I welcome wetness of tears and their saltiness.
I want weep rivers for you.
So that evaporation, condensation or the wind
will take me to You.
I welcome the wondering of loose hairs and their curliness.
I want to wrap myself around every object
So that entanglement, clinginess or the wind
will take me to You.
I stretch myself to fill the space between us.
I am with You,
in everything, in the wind.
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