The Wind In Her Hair
Her drive back home brings real concerns
She'll travel some distance and the wind
will try to have it's way with her as her rag top
has given it free reign
Shifting into 1st gear it will whisper
it's soft breeze as I do but much cooler
She smiles for it reminds her of me
She'll press her head against her shoulder
enjoying the moment
2ND gear allows it to brush it's current through her hair
as our fingers do, but blowing it about wildly
For the moment it believes here it has the edge
Her soul excited shifts hard into 3rd gear where
it whirls about the curves of her body and that
of the road and she becomes one with the wind
Down shifting into 4Th gear it begins to realize
The freeway and ride are over as she has
arrived at her destination
There by our beach house I take over
lifting her out of her Red chariot of fire
Draped in my arms is her I love and I begin to
gloat and snicker before going in for the night
calling out to the wind and saying
" So who's the old wind bag now? "
The screen door squeaks it's way closed
becoming the only sound heard for the wind
is no more and she is mine, again
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