Stand alone upon a cliff
The sharp north wind it brings relief
Icy tendrils catch a breath affronting in its harshness
Crystals form upon a cheek rubbed red and raw, coarse and deep
No mind for broken hearts
No mind for salted tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

A mantle pulled as close as it may dare
Shrouds a neck once caressed
But now the harsh north wind seeks to kiss the very same
With sharp and bitter calloused lips
To touch the skin and prick with cold
No mind for broken hearts
No mind for salted tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

Brace thyself against the swale
Steel thyself against the gale
A Payne’s grey sky
A grey green sea
The winds of loss envelop thee

Stand in pair upon a beach
The warm dank wind it does beseech
Surrender to a realm so near of passion unabated
Skin is damp drenched with desire
Loins are wet, one touch is fire
No mind for reserved hearts
No mind for frigid tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

A lover’s touch as close as it may dare
Caress the flesh which lies in wait
And now the sweet damp wind excites love’s revelry
With sultry fragrant overtones
To swirl round limbs which seek release
No mind for reserved hearts
No mind for frigid tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

Immerse thyself in bodies sure
Sweep thyself in rapture
A crimson sky
A turquoise sea
The winds of love envelop thee

Stand at edge of vast expanse
The dry west wind invokes a trance
It sifts and grasps in reckless whirls and smothers all it passes
Breath succumbs, eyes are blind
Lips chafed and split are blushed unkind
No mind for lonely hearts
No mind for barren tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

A veil wrapped tight as close as it may dare
Coils a neck which might expire
But now the dry west wind lifts and whips it like a sail
With rasping voice and mournful cry
To tighten skin, to choke and parch
No mind for lonely hearts
No mind for barren tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

Bend thyself against the blast
Stand before the shredding draught
A mustard sky
An arid sea
The winds of longing comfort thee

© Kacey Patrick 2012