Portent, Almost Would-be Love

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Another wind is blowing on the side

Where you are, signalling silently and straight.

On my side, here, the curving breezes glide

And you might almost take their loving bait,

But, no, not quite.  Your thawing bedroom helps

You nearly feel the warmth enough to kiss

Me.  Still a central part of you stops, yelps

And turns away.  You cannot hear the hiss

Because straight walls and windows strain out sound

Of soul and heart.  You know the sound is there

But hair on chest and ribs grows, strictly bound

By manly laws.  You simply cannot share.

  In places where your spirit, not your wind

    Reigns, Father God would not be thick, thick-skinned.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Feb 15, 2025 | CH, ST, UN | 0 comments